"So... I have this crazy idea." (O/O Romance rp)

"Free as a couple o' birds!"

She took a deep breath. "Free as the birds…"

"We could get matching bird tattoos." He joked, making no move to set her down.

"I'd do it," she said. "Gotta let me go first…"

"I don't know. I quite like this."

Starr gave him a brief look before rolling her eyes. "Whatever, weirdo…"

"You want down so bad, here." He dropped her unceremoniously.

She hit the pavement and gasped, the wind momentarily knocked out of her. "Jerk!" she managed to say, struggling for breath.

"From time to time. Need a hand up?"

"Can't… breathe… moron…"

Damian rolled his eyes and reached down, grabbing her arm and tugging her up. "In and out."

"Shuttup," she muttered, regaining her breath as she stood. "Thanks for that…"

"You did say you wanted down." He pointed out, straight faced.

"Not flat on my back on the pavement!" she shot back, rubbing her hip absently.

Damian deflated, pouting a bit. "Sowwy."

She sighed, arching an eyebrow at him.

"I wuv youw?"

"What?" she asked, teasingly leaning closer to him.

He took a semi startled step back. "Sowwy, I wuv youw?"

She stepped closer again in return, giving him a sweet, sideways smile. "I don't understand."

Damian took two more steps backwards, growing increasingly more nervous. "I said I was sorry."

She giggled. "C'mere, moron!" she laughed, grabbing his elbow and pulling him off. "We need money to see the world."

He relaxed a bit, letting her tug him along. "Should I bring my guitar?"

"Hell yeah! What kind of a question is that?" she called over her shoulder.

"A non rhetorical one, obviously." He quipped.

She laughed. "Almost there."

"That's what she said."

She rolled her eyes.

"I can feel you rolling your eyes at me."

"I can feel myself not caring."