School RP? (Closed)

"But of course, you are my queen, my treasure and my love." he wiggles his eyebrows, smiling at her.

She smiles softly and looks down, playing with the corner of a blanket. "Oh stop it…" she whispers.

Milo nuzzles her, "Nope." he smiles at her.

She frowns and looks up, tilting her head. "You're so difficult," she mutters.

"Am not." he pouts.

"Are too, but I love it," she says, kissing his nose gently.

He chuckles, nuzzling her gently as he gives a happy sigh.

"I'm hungry," she whispers randomly, laughing softly.

Milo nods, "Do we want to go out to eat, or…?"

"Up to you," she says, shrugging. "I'd hate to wake up Jason…"

Milo nods, looking at his peacefully sleeping brother, a gentle smile on his lips.

She smiles softly and rests her head in her palm.

Milo hums, "I think I'll take you guys to Olive Garden, Jason has been begging me to take him."

Her eyes widen and she smiles brightly. "I love Olive Garden," she says happily.

Milo nods, "The food is somewhat similar to Italian, not completely though." he chuckles softly.

"It's still really good," she says, shrugging.

He chuckles, "That it its. That it is."

She smiles softly and stands up, stretching.

He pouts, "You're leaving me?… Fine." He turns to Jason, "Time to wake up bro." Jason peeps an eye open. "I've been awake for the past half hour." He giggles.

She sits on the edge of the bed and laughs. "Well then…"

Jason giggles, "Watching my brother be a hopeless romantic was making try not to laugh so hard." Milo snorts, "Whatever."

"Yeah, me too," she whispers, smirking at Milo.

Milo groans. "Fine I won't be a hopeless romantic." he pouts, turning his head away.

She crawls over to him and sits in his lap. "Oh don't be so serious Milo," she says, putting her hand below his chin and turning his face to look at her.

He cracks a smile, kissing her nose, "Aha! I am victorious!" he cheers, tackling her with a hug.

"Victorious ay?" she asks curiously, laughing.

"Yep! Now." He pulls away after giving her a chaste kiss. "Let's get ready to go."

She stands up and stretches her arms. "Yeah, okay," she says.

He nods, sitting up, ushering his brother to his room.

Saffi grabs a dress from her dresser and walks into the bathroom. She changes quickly and Dutch braids her hair, walking back into the room.

(The dress: https://www.pinterest.com/pin/AVRplYn1qmZlFTNAyvtE0XFn2jto-EWUgND-K_5l-gHWc3Po-6i3W5ImBCBmlpZhm-Dx5mhYJahyD2EP4Li5nfk/)