[she utters a whining sound because every time he says treasure she feels herself crumble. it's like if torture were fun but also torture.
she fidgets and lifts her head, kissing him before he can KO her with those syllables. a brusque kiss takes the place of brusque words, but she's so quickly soft all over again - just as she is in conversation, so she is now: all bluster with softness underneath.]
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she fidgets and lifts her head, kissing him before he can KO her with those syllables. a brusque kiss takes the place of brusque words, but she's so quickly soft all over again - just as she is in conversation, so she is now: all bluster with softness underneath.]