( the fork finds a temporary home shoved into the stack of waffles. with a tittering laugh, she presses her elbow into his side, half falling against him as she leans back. )
I feel like ... you're up to something, ( she deduces, wrinkling her nose at him, perhaps picking up on some vibes in the room. ) Or you're thinking about something very naughty.
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I feel like ... you're up to something, ( she deduces, wrinkling her nose at him, perhaps picking up on some vibes in the room. ) Or you're thinking about something very naughty.