How About Water And A Chat
“Y-you’ve got pretty e-eyes.” I shoved at Zanthus’s shoulder and scoffed. “They’re the same colour as yours, you dolt.” He shoved me back playfully and tightened his arm across my middle to keep me in place. “W-What have I done to d-d-deserve that?” I laugh, resting my head back on his shoulder. “I told you your eyes were pretty once, you told me they’re awful.” I didn’t have to open my eyes to know he was rolling his into the depths of his head. “Once,” He grumbled, squeezing me closer to him nonetheless. “Don’t be lame, it happened. It was a detrimental day for me.” Zanthus sighed, carding his fingers through my hair. “You’re eyes are s-s-still lovely.” The material of his shirt was soft between my fingers. I tilted my head upwards to catch a glimpse of him. “We’ve got the s
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