Maybe they'll think you're a football star. That's the trope, right? Number one sports guy and his best gal.
( her accent lilts harder like this. blue doesn't take the same great care to mask hers the way adam does, but there's a notable difference in the way her vowels are loosened up by the liquor. just about all of her has been loosened up by the drinks she's had over the course of the night, actually.
blue holds her hand out to henry, stepping carefully out of the grassed front garden area of the scratch and back onto the beaten (concrete) path. )
You want to know a secret? I think it would be quite romantic if someone stood in my yard with a boombox over their head.
I'm sure I wouldn't know, I've never studied for the U.S. citizenship test. But I am very athletic and you are the best gal, so I can see how they could make that mistake.
[ smiling, he takes her hand before turning around and crouching down so she can hop onto his back. he may have been lying about the athleticism, but he can easily carry blue, who is about the size and weight of a lawn flamingo. and has a very cute accent. and who is hardly coordinated to walk back to the house right now. ]
Did you have a song in mind for this scene? Peter Gabriel is a classic, but I feel like you could do better. Maybe Ed Sheeran and sipping a pumpkin spice latte at the window...
[ his tone is gently teasing, but honestly he could go for a pumpkin spice latte. ]
( she does consider protesting for a moment, if only out of habit, but truth be told she's quite charmed by the idea of henry carrying her home. not that she says any of that though, blue just winds her arms around his shoulder and hips up with a not insignificant wobble.
they don't end up on the floor, but to blue at least it feels awfully close. she giggles — giggles — against his cheek, pressing a kiss there that ends up blurring into her sentence. )
I think Ed Sheeran is stupid. Do you know who would be great? Adele. Big power ballad song, you know? That's a secret too.
[ his pretend indignation is interrupted with a small whoa and a chuckle as she starts to teeter. he hooks his arms underneath her knees and helps stabilize them both before they end up on the pavement. it's only his first pick-up, he'd never get a five-star rating for that.
if his ears turn pink as she kisses his cheek, he's just going to ignore it. ]
I do love a big power ballad. Adele can be kind of a bummer, though?
![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
no subject
( her accent lilts harder like this. blue doesn't take the same great care to mask hers the way adam does, but there's a notable difference in the way her vowels are loosened up by the liquor. just about all of her has been loosened up by the drinks she's had over the course of the night, actually.
blue holds her hand out to henry, stepping carefully out of the grassed front garden area of the scratch and back onto the beaten (concrete) path. )
You want to know a secret? I think it would be quite romantic if someone stood in my yard with a boombox over their head.
no subject
[ smiling, he takes her hand before turning around and crouching down so she can hop onto his back. he may have been lying about the athleticism, but he can easily carry blue, who is about the size and weight of a lawn flamingo. and has a very cute accent. and who is hardly coordinated to walk back to the house right now. ]
Did you have a song in mind for this scene? Peter Gabriel is a classic, but I feel like you could do better. Maybe Ed Sheeran and sipping a pumpkin spice latte at the window...
[ his tone is gently teasing, but honestly he could go for a pumpkin spice latte. ]
no subject
( she does consider protesting for a moment, if only out of habit, but truth be told she's quite charmed by the idea of henry carrying her home. not that she says any of that though, blue just winds her arms around his shoulder and hips up with a not insignificant wobble.
they don't end up on the floor, but to blue at least it feels awfully close. she giggles — giggles — against his cheek, pressing a kiss there that ends up blurring into her sentence. )
I think Ed Sheeran is stupid. Do you know who would be great? Adele. Big power ballad song, you know? That's a secret too.
no subject
[ his pretend indignation is interrupted with a small whoa and a chuckle as she starts to teeter. he hooks his arms underneath her knees and helps stabilize them both before they end up on the pavement. it's only his first pick-up, he'd never get a five-star rating for that.
if his ears turn pink as she kisses his cheek, he's just going to ignore it. ]
I do love a big power ballad. Adele can be kind of a bummer, though?