[The second he's sat down and situated, Oona momentarily abandons her channel surfing (there's some movie on about a dog and his owners or something) to take her rightful place in his lap.
Or, at least, that's the plan. She gets about halfway, straddling his leg, hands resting on his shoulders for balance, when he speaks. While the softening of his eyes had been lost on her, the relaxing of his jaw certainly isn't--especially since he doesn't bother to hide behind a collar or scarf anymore. It's especially prevalent now, though, since their faces are so close together.
The admission is a surprising one and Oona stares wide-eyed before the blush begins from the tips of her ears and down the sides of her face.]
Stupid... [An oft-uttered word, but this time it's said with much more adoration, her gaze averting to the side.] I am not so interesting to watch.
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Or, at least, that's the plan. She gets about halfway, straddling his leg, hands resting on his shoulders for balance, when he speaks. While the softening of his eyes had been lost on her, the relaxing of his jaw certainly isn't--especially since he doesn't bother to hide behind a collar or scarf anymore. It's especially prevalent now, though, since their faces are so close together.
The admission is a surprising one and Oona stares wide-eyed before the blush begins from the tips of her ears and down the sides of her face.]
Stupid... [An oft-uttered word, but this time it's said with much more adoration, her gaze averting to the side.] I am not so interesting to watch.