“ do i have to fill out an application, or can i just smash? ” / @laidbear ♡
˚ʚ♡ɞ˚ they both know that he knows the answer to the question before she even answers, but she'll play along ( she always does, doesn't she? ). the giggle that comes out of her is pixie-like to say the least ; saccharine and melodic, adding to the fact that the tops of her cheeks have gone rosy at the very thought of him asking permission in the first place, "bearrrrrr!" his name, drawn out and whined as it so often is before she's biting down on the lower cushion of her lip and batting those doe-like long lashes at him. what a simp. it's disgusting, really. "c'mere." a hand reaches for him, fingers waving expectantly before she's hooked a claw into the loop of his jeans and he's brought over with a tug. "yanno you don't gotta do nothin' extra fa'me, bello." whispered into the crook of his neck, a soft kiss planted there in the wake of her words, "but mama likes it when you ask.."
