S. Moran

*Nods, leaning up and hugging you, kissing your cheek* Night, man. *Opens the door to let myself out*

*Grins* Right. Bye. *Walks back in and shuts the door behind me*

*Smiles, stretching* See you later, mate. Cheers for this evening.

*Stands up and sees you out* Not a problem. Thanks for coming by. See you, then?

I’m sorry. *Pets your side, sitting up and shoving on my shoes* Look, next time you’re free, give me a call. We can start with cookies.

It’s fine. *Looks up at you and smiles* And I’ll do that, yeah.

*Scrubs my hand over my face* Thea’s gonna kill me. Again. I forgot she doesn’t like me leaving the flat. *Sighs* I should go.

Mmmm, okay. If you say so. *Ruffles your hair gently*

*Grumbles* No. Nuh-huh. *Sniffs my hand* It stinks of vanilla. Strange.

Your choice. *Chuckles* That’s the beauty of it, sweets. *Continues to play with your hair*

*Grins, snuggling closer* You’re gonna send me to sleep.

Sleep if you want. *Smiles*

*Looks over, shrugging, laying across your lap*

*Lazily plays with your hair*

*Chuckles* Okay, this is just dangerous. *Takes the cigarette out of my mouth, licking my fingers and putting it out, then stubbing it on my arm*

Oi! I have an ashtray right there, you know!

Too little too late, Moran. *Takes up my shoes*

*Stands, takes your arm and pulls you back to the sofa*

*Shakes my head* Nope, you disrespected my baking ability.

Oh, come on. We both know you truly are the master of baking.