He assumed she'd hit him anyway, and is disappointed that she didn't. Oh, well.
'I always drive you up the wall, darling. Sometimes against the wall. Either way, you don't mind walls.'
He smirks, and slides past her to go and investigate Oliver's bag, kneeling next to it and pulling a bow out. He draws it carefully, sighting down his arm.
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Date: 2016-11-26 02:07 am (UTC)From:'I always drive you up the wall, darling. Sometimes against the wall. Either way, you don't mind walls.'
He smirks, and slides past her to go and investigate Oliver's bag, kneeling next to it and pulling a bow out. He draws it carefully, sighting down his arm.
'Which desk is yours?'