The 'Oh, and now you are going to mope?' is perilously close to making its way past her lips before she decides that she actually wants to hear this sometime this millennia and manages to keep her mouth shut for the moment.
(She does have self-restraint around somewhere, it's really just a matter of finding it when she needs it.)
She forces her steps a bit faster and laces her fingers back through his carefully, reaching up with her free hand to tug lightly at the ends of his hair and turning her head away when he finally decides to look over at her. It's a purposefully childish move - the skittish sort of hair-pulling, kindergarten flirtation - fingers hidden behind her back and peeking over through her hair.
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Date: 2008-08-03 06:50 am (UTC)(She does have self-restraint around somewhere, it's really just a matter of finding it when she needs it.)
She forces her steps a bit faster and laces her fingers back through his carefully, reaching up with her free hand to tug lightly at the ends of his hair and turning her head away when he finally decides to look over at her. It's a purposefully childish move - the skittish sort of hair-pulling, kindergarten flirtation - fingers hidden behind her back and peeking over through her hair.
A smile, "Please?"