Fae shrugged with one shoulder. “Want to… go for a walk?”
Roleplay?
"Sure thing, cherry."
Cherry., Fae thought, the name sweet in her mouth. “I need a nickname for you.”
"Make it a cool one," he laughed back. He pushed himself off to stand, bringhing his hand directly to run through his hair.
That little movement, the running of hands through hair, brought butterflies to Fae’s stomach as she stood.
He brought his hands down to his hips. He eyes her curiously, tilting his chin up a bit. "Where are we walking to?" He asked, rocking forward a bit on his heels.
Fae lifted one shoulder. “It’s your neighbourhood, not mine.”
He walked closer to her, keeping his chin tilt so he could look lightly down towards her. He extended a hand for her to take, "Mi dama,"
Fae’s eyes glimmered with a quiet elation as she slipped her hand into Cruz’s. “Mi amor.”
(So, her Spanish accent is pretty bad)
XD )
He laughed quietly, "I'm going to improve that accent for you," he decided, leading her from his room.
“Come on, it wasn’t that bad.”, she laughed softly, swatting his arm gently and following.
"God, it was atrocious." He rolled his eyes dramatically.
Fae opened her mouth in mock offended astonishment. “Well I bet your British accent isn’t exactly perfect.”, she laughed.
"Better than your Spanish accent~"
Fae stuck her tongue out at him. “Prove it.”
He cleared his throat, and released his hand from hers to crack his knuckles. He adopted August's accent, "G'morning lovely, wanna make some clay~?"
Fae snorted. “‘Make some clay’?! What? Is that really the best you can do?”
He burst into lauhter, "I— I dunno!" He laughed so hard he had to bend over.
Fae laughed with him, covering her mouth with her hand. “You’re rolling your Rs too much.”
"R rolling is sexy!" He whined back, smirking. He let his voice dip into a raspy, growled spanish accent, "You rrreally want to rresign yourself from a lovely voice like this~?" he squinted, gesticulating like a drunken Jack Sparrow.
Fae’s face went red. “Oh, stop it.”, she stammered.
"Yourr face is brright rred," he continued, enjoying himself very much.
Fae buried her face in her hands, secretly enjoying this. “You’re enjoying this too much.”
"And you aren't?" He grinned back, wife enough to make his cheeks ache.
“ does it look like I am?”, she groaned, face still hidden away.
His fingers curled slowly around hers to uncover her face, smiling a little less teasingly now.
Fae peeked our at him, grinning through vivid red cheeks.
*out
"Awe.." he chuckled, "You look like a tomato,"
Fae leaned her forehead against his chest, red face betraying her flusteredness. “Why are you enjoying this so much?”, she grumbled good-naturedly.