[Your face is ic/ooc blurring. Anyway, it takes approximately half a second to work out what she's up to.]
Red—
[The protest comes on a kneejerk, but he doesn't try to dodge, and he doesn't seem overly surprised by the counterpoint—snorts shortly and reaches up to swipe it away on the back of a hand. (Complete with a slightly regretful little crease in his expression before he finds a rag in her mess to clean his hands on. rip dessert, he misses you.)]
Cute. Guess I earned that one.
[Planned all along, if her hassling him to come closer says anything. He gestures at her table with the rag.]
How about I give you a hand? Better late than never.
[ Thanks for not dodging, Boxer, you've made all short people with extremely tall significant others very happy today. She observes her handiwork with a certain amount of satisfaction before it eventually disappears with the rag — it stayed on his face for a few seconds, that's more than enough.
But he's not entirely forgiven for rejecting her ( maybe not very noble, not anymore ) offers of get over here just yet ( yes he is ). Which means she swallows down a chuckle to echo with his commentary, but instead she shoots him a look as she stacks the bowls within her reach.
... Then she tilts her head towards the counters. Better late than never indeed; maybe she'll consider forgiving him if he did help out. Chop chop. ]
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Red—
[The protest comes on a kneejerk, but he doesn't try to dodge, and he doesn't seem overly surprised by the counterpoint—snorts shortly and reaches up to swipe it away on the back of a hand. (Complete with a slightly regretful little crease in his expression before he finds a rag in her mess to clean his hands on. rip dessert, he misses you.)]
Cute. Guess I earned that one.
[Planned all along, if her hassling him to come closer says anything. He gestures at her table with the rag.]
How about I give you a hand? Better late than never.
[Clearing it up. It'll go faster with two.]
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But he's not entirely forgiven for rejecting her ( maybe not very noble, not anymore ) offers of get over here just yet ( yes he is ). Which means she swallows down a chuckle to echo with his commentary, but instead she shoots him a look as she stacks the bowls within her reach.
... Then she tilts her head towards the counters. Better late than never indeed; maybe she'll consider forgiving him if he did help out. Chop chop. ]