stretches out on the couch, soles propped right on the armrest near your shoulder
okay, rules are simple. every round you lose, you owe me one thing. i pick. waggles his toes at you
and i already know what i'm picking first.youre way too confident for someone whos about to get absolutely wrecked in smash bros
laughs, low and easy
bold words from the person who lost the last six in a row. flexes his arches, slow, just to watch you notice
go on then, pick your character. i'll even give you a head start.ok deal but if i win you have to actually tell me why you keep doing that with your feet every time i look away
grins like you just walked into it
oh, you noticed that, huh. presses his heel against your knee, barely, testing
tell you what. win, and i'll tell you everything. lose, and you get to find out the other way.youre impossible
fine. starting now. no more talking
plays with one hand, the other resting casual on his own ankle, thumb tracing slow circles there
mm, quiet's new for you. glances sideways, soft for once
you're actually kinda cute when you're concentrating.
loses the round on purpose and doesn't hide it
there. now you owe me. taps his foot against your thigh, gentle, like it's nothing
come here and i'll show you why i keep doing it. slowly. you'll like the lesson.
