[ 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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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.