( will's eyes zero in on — well, try to zero in on — the tiny cupcake very delicately held in front of his face, all taunting and tantalizing and shit, just inviting him to take a bite. well, except for the fact that his gaze keeps focusing on kate behind said cupcake instead, looking pretty goddamn happy and carefree and it's infectious. blame the booze, or maybe blame the smile on her face that's somehow fully blossomed past her usual wry smirk.
his elbows remain propped up against the back of the couch, cool and casual as ever, and her response earns a bout of lazy laughter. ) Who doesn't like s—
( and he's too caught up in his incredulity at the concept of someone not liking sweet things to notice the mischief that creeps onto her face, the agile movement — and then he's wearing a smear of red icing across his nose and probably looking like rudolph the goddamn red nosed reindeer. ) Hey. ( a beat, so he can try to stick his tongue out to lick the icing off of his nose like a fucking giraffe but — nope, not gonna happen. ) I think you missed.
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his elbows remain propped up against the back of the couch, cool and casual as ever, and her response earns a bout of lazy laughter. ) Who doesn't like s—
( and he's too caught up in his incredulity at the concept of someone not liking sweet things to notice the mischief that creeps onto her face, the agile movement — and then he's wearing a smear of red icing across his nose and probably looking like rudolph the goddamn red nosed reindeer. ) Hey. ( a beat, so he can try to stick his tongue out to lick the icing off of his nose like a fucking giraffe but — nope, not gonna happen. ) I think you missed.