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"Hush." He laid sprawled out of the floor, staring up at the ceiling. "I'm only an idiot when I choose to be."
"Hush." He laid sprawled out of the floor, staring up at the ceiling. "I'm only an idiot when I choose to be."
"Which would be all the time," she said with a teasing grin, still basically curled into a ball next to him.
"Huuuuuuuuuuuuush. It's all a tactic." Complete bullshit, which she already knew.
"Uh huh. And how well has that tactic worked out for you?" She humored him, infinitely amused by him.
"Got me you," he said, looking over at her with a smile. "Definite plus."
"Hmm, I suppose." She smiled down at him. "I am quite the treasure. In fact, the Italian word for treasure kinda sounds like my name."
"Oh?" He raised an eyebrow. "And what is that word?"
"Tesoro." (teh-soh-roh)
"Eh. I guess," he mused. "I'd rather just cut to the chase and call your a treasure."
"But it's less fun," she whined playfully. "But I suppose I wouldn't mind being called a treasure…"
"Looks like that's your new nickname," he decided. "Treasure."
"Amore," she purred, her nickname for him. "Sounds like it's been settled, then."
"Indeed it has." He held his arms out, offering an opportunity for more cuddles.
"You're still on the floor, doofus," she chuckled, but wasn't overly opposed to more cuddles.
"And?" he asked, keeping his arms out. "Your point?"
She sighed and sat down, being stubborn as usual. "If you want me you're gonna have to get me yourself."
"Looks like we're gonna be here a while," he said, dropping his arms.
"You're so lazy, my gods," she muttered, then came up to him and lied down, head resting on his chest. "Can't really fault you for that, though. So am I."
"You made be lazy, alright?" He said, flicking the top of her head. "I was a productive person until you told me not to work anymore."
"Productive meaning walking around with a frying pan and doing absolutely nothing with no memory whatsoever?" she asked flicking his chest in retaliation.
"No, although it sounded great at the time. Being an ambassador." He kept a straight face for 2 senconds before snorting at the euphemism.
She rolled her eyes. "You do realize you would've done jack shit, right? There is literally no need for that because Cinthia could probably talk a rock into doing what she wants."
"But I would've felt like I was doing something," he said, unable to keep a small grin from his face.
She hummed. "But you'll be doing something soon. And I'm letting you." She stuck her tongue out at him.
"I'm very surprised, to." He stuck his tongue out at her in response.
"Shuddup. I have attachment issues, leave me be." She sighed in contentment as she snuggled into him.
zzzzz'i find it cute, to be honest," he admitted. "Makes m feel wanted."
She smiled slightly, biting her lip. "I'm glad I could be of service," she said quietly.
"As am I," he said, snaking an arm under her torso and pulling her closer.
She didn't object, gladly letting him pull her closer. She fell into a comfortable silence, happy to just be chilling with Runner.
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