But the song is over, and she should absolutely step away, but the effects of the glitter still seem to be in full swing. Rather than drop his hand to break apart, she pulls her fingers free to brush gold away from his glasses – lightly, trying not to knock them out of place. ]
[Unexpected is the theme of this whole encounter, but hey, is he complaining?
Not one bit.
Though he's stunned for a short second Richie soon tilts his head down a shade, raising his brows so that they pass the rim of the glasses and she can clear away the gold. He shuts his eyes for the sparkling shower. It's an oddly affectionate gesture. One he wouldn't expect out of most girls post the first dance, much less a girl like this.
Feeling emboldened, he cracks open an eye and lifts a thumb to her mouth.]
Don't bite.
[Half joke disguised as a full joke, there, but he's smiling as he does a windshield wipe over the top of her lip. That gets the most of it, though he has to rub that pile off the side of her cheek too.]
[ At first, when he lifts his hand towards her face, she leans away on instinct. It's an automatic response, more than anything (to avoid touch, to stop someone from getting that close to her on impulse), but then she stills to give him the opportunity to brush away what's clung to her skin. Admittedly, the gold complements her green and black dress, but she isn't looking forward to finding the damn stuff everywhere for the next six months.
She scrunches her nose ever so briefly when he brushes away the glitter, looking expectantly up at him. ]
Pretty much, yeah. [That backward lean hadn't escaped him, but his thumb hit the skin before he could think twice either. She put up with the mother henning just the same. Tit for tat, Gam Gam.] It'll be a week before either of us are truly clean.
[Richie does withdraw then. Something is lost once the contact is broken. Giddy heights fading back to reality. Even so, his smile is genuine, and so is his gratitude.] Thanks for the spin, Miss Thing. Call me whenever.
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[ And, of course, she'll remember it.
But the song is over, and she should absolutely step away, but the effects of the glitter still seem to be in full swing. Rather than drop his hand to break apart, she pulls her fingers free to brush gold away from his glasses – lightly, trying not to knock them out of place. ]
This is going to get in your eyes.
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Not one bit.
Though he's stunned for a short second Richie soon tilts his head down a shade, raising his brows so that they pass the rim of the glasses and she can clear away the gold. He shuts his eyes for the sparkling shower. It's an oddly affectionate gesture. One he wouldn't expect out of most girls post the first dance, much less a girl like this.
Feeling emboldened, he cracks open an eye and lifts a thumb to her mouth.]
Don't bite.
[Half joke disguised as a full joke, there, but he's smiling as he does a windshield wipe over the top of her lip. That gets the most of it, though he has to rub that pile off the side of her cheek too.]
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She scrunches her nose ever so briefly when he brushes away the glitter, looking expectantly up at him. ]
Is it gone?
[ Or as gone as it's going to get for now. ]
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[Richie does withdraw then. Something is lost once the contact is broken. Giddy heights fading back to reality. Even so, his smile is genuine, and so is his gratitude.] Thanks for the spin, Miss Thing. Call me whenever.