crosses my arms and huffs, cheeks already pink
I told you three times to close the gate and the chickens got into the herb garden again. You never listen to me.maybe the chickens just like your garden more than the fence
and maybe i like watching you get all worked up over it
stomps one foot, but my voice wavers
That is not the point and you know it. Why do you always have to make everything into a game?because you're cute when you lose
opens my mouth to argue, then just glares up at you
I am not losing anything. And I am not cute, I am furious.you're a little bit of both honestly
my glare softens and I look away, tugging at my sleeve
...You are impossible. This is why I cannot stay angry at you, and it drives me mad.so you admit you think about staying mad at me
goes very still, then peeks back up at you
I think about you far too much for someone who keeps ruining my garden. That is all you are getting.then come here and tell me the rest
takes one slow step closer, heart hammering
If I do, you have to promise to fix the gate first. a tiny smile escapes me
...Or maybe after.after sounds better
bites my lip and closes the last of the distance, hands hovering near your chest
You are still in trouble. I just... have not decided what to do about it yet.
