( She doesn't ask why, because she's heard enough of the story there to fill in the blanks, but Kate does narrow her eyes, just a little, as though imagining him on a motorcycle. Something sleeker than the ones they rode through the desert. )
It'd mess up your hair.
( Yes, yes she did punctuate that with a gentle hand ruffling his hair.
But there is one way to get that motorcycle. If a person is willing... )
Mess up my-- [The ruffling into his already sleep-mussed hair gets a ducking of his head and a quiet 'hey...' of protest that isn't really a protest at all. He makes a face at her, then smiles and shifts forwards to lightly kiss her again.
Perhaps it's telling that he doesn't immediately move to fix whatever mess she just made.]
It would, but I'd consider it a sacrifice worth making.
( Worth it, she thinks, the quietest huff of laughter escaping her lips and being swallowed up by the kiss. It's a good morning, and Kate returns the kiss before checking her phone for the time, a groan as she realises how far through the morning they've already got. )
Guess we should get up.
( No personal facts today, Ignis. Maybe next time. )
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It'd mess up your hair.
( Yes, yes she did punctuate that with a gentle hand ruffling his hair.
But there is one way to get that motorcycle. If a person is willing... )
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Perhaps it's telling that he doesn't immediately move to fix whatever mess she just made.]
It would, but I'd consider it a sacrifice worth making.
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Guess we should get up.
( No personal facts today, Ignis. Maybe next time. )