@expirator :
"Hey, Syn." He swings his legs over the couch, sidling up beside her and making a show out of putting his arm around her. "Get your nose out of that book - your ego doesn't need to be any bigger. We're going out tonight."
“ are we now? ”
so the saying goes: it takes two to tango. a coyness illumines syndra’s visage as she makes a show of retaliating, wiggling out of his grip and excusing herself to the opposite end of the couch. she pretends to skim her book for half a minute before she assumes her previous spot. the teasing smile on her lips then softens.
“ did you already have something in mind? ” she inquires, casting her book aside ( and not so sneakily draping his arm over her shoulders once more ). “ my ‘ ego ’ aside, it’s the prime hour to settle down. to relax. what could possibly be more interesting than studying post-modernism? ”
