𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝙼𝚘𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛𝙱𝚘𝚊𝚛𝚍 (𝟻/𝟻 𝙲𝚕𝚘𝚜𝚎𝚍; 𝚂𝚝𝚊𝚕𝚔𝚎𝚛𝚜 𝙴𝚗𝚌𝚘𝚞𝚛𝚊𝚐𝚎𝚍)

Graci laughed softly with him, her eyes half-closed in her amusement. “You are being nice. But alas, you are wrong.” She winked at him.

Jericho dared not guess again. There were very few rules that he would break when it came to women. This was not one of them. "Why don't you just tell me, my lady?" He said leaning towards her and letting a seductive smile trace along his features.

M started after her intently, shifting his shoulders around as they walked. He didn’t want to meet up with that suspicious cashier guy at the front. But as they neared the desk, he knew, unfortunately, he’d have to deal with him.

Graci didn’t move back away from Jericho. She seemed to be mildly interested in him instead.
“Hmmm… I don’t think you’d like it if I did.”

He leaned a bit closer instead, his eyes heavy lidded as he stared deeply into her own. "Why's that?" Jericho asked.

Graci set her cup down, leaning forward just a smidge so their noses were touching.
“Mmm… I’m quite old…”

Jericho almost jerked back at the sudden touch. The zing that traveled from her body to his was powerful enough to knock anyone to their knees, but he stayed where he was. The only reaction he allowed was a slight widening of his eyes. "Aren't we all?" he murmured. He knew that if he spoke any louder his voice would have broken.

Graci smiled warmly at his dilemma. She could smell the emotions coming from them like a burning piece of plastic…
“Not quite as old as I.”

M frowned a bit and looked around. He had a bad feeling about having his back turned away from the sales floor. What if something happened again?

Well, he was right to worry. This time that salesclerk had snuck up on him and poked him.

M jumped like, ten feet in the air with a yelp, turning to the clerk.

M scooted behind his wife, easily looking over her head, though he was trying to hide behind her.

The saleclerk laughed softly and accepted his things. “Wonderful! We’ll have your shirts in as soon as we can.”

The salesclerk shook his head. “Nah. We’ll reach y’all somehow.”

M put his hands together nervously. “Yes, Alison, I am. Should we go back home?”

M smiled a bit, twiddling his thumbs. “That sounds nice, going out. Where should we go?”

M followed behind her idly, blinking. “I haven’t been to a nice resturant in a while. I think that’d be nice.”

Graci smiled warmly at his dilemma. She could smell the emotions coming from them like a burning piece of plastic…
“Not quite as old as I.”

Jericho let another casually suggestive smirk tease the corners of his mouth. She played a hard and fascinating game, but he was so entranced that he doubted he would ever be able to say no. "And that would be?" He raised his brows as the question dangled.

M blinked at her and nodded, smiling a bit. “Okay. Where?”

Graci chuckled softly and gave the corner of his lip a feather-light kiss. “I think you could find that out for yourself if you try hard enough.”

M made a soft “oh” noise and nodded again. “Okay. I like diners. They hold many memories.”

M smiled and nodded. “It’ll be fun. I haven’t been to one in a long while.” He looked down at her, his smile lingering.

M glanced away bashfully, grinning dorkily. “I-I agree. How um– ehm— far is it?”

M blushed faintly, his smile widening slightly, letting himself be nudged. “I love you too, Alison.”

(everyone else is having an innocent lovely time while Jericho and Graci are fornicating with their eyes. XD)

Graci chuckled softly and gave the corner of his lip a feather-light kiss. “I think you could find that out for yourself if you try hard enough.”

Jericho chuckled deep in his chest, "I could do a lot of things if I were hard enough." He added a gentle kiss to the under side of Graci's jaw as he spoke.