Aisha watches him, fixed on the place where her fingers guard her from his eyes, heart stuttering at every brush of his breath on her wrist.
It doesn't even make sense. There is no universe where he wouldn't know her, and it's stupid of him to think there would be. There is no universe where she wouldn't kick his ass over something like this, and it's so fucking stupid to think he'd ever get out of it.
"No shit I'd do it anyway. Your face is so fucking punchable. Your entire aura says 'hit me!'"
Every word is a little more urgent than the next, and when her weight shifts, she doesn't let him up so much as forcefully pull him by his shirt and his curls. They're tangled together. They're too close. She looks like she might headbutt them both into unconsciousness, and she looks like she's going to hit him again.
He's still real.
"Are you seriously just going to sit here and take this like a limpdick? Where the hell is the big speech? Where's your lame declaration? Where's my straw?"
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It doesn't even make sense. There is no universe where he wouldn't know her, and it's stupid of him to think there would be. There is no universe where she wouldn't kick his ass over something like this, and it's so fucking stupid to think he'd ever get out of it.
"No shit I'd do it anyway. Your face is so fucking punchable. Your entire aura says 'hit me!'"
Every word is a little more urgent than the next, and when her weight shifts, she doesn't let him up so much as forcefully pull him by his shirt and his curls. They're tangled together. They're too close. She looks like she might headbutt them both into unconsciousness, and she looks like she's going to hit him again.
He's still real.
"Are you seriously just going to sit here and take this like a limpdick? Where the hell is the big speech? Where's your lame declaration? Where's my straw?"