[Sure, make the dog wiggle on her stomach, that's not ticklish at all. She doesn't hold her breath so as to not laugh, not her. She holds her breath for other reasons.
By the time she's noticed it, she has stared at the shadows across his face, and the freckles he has, and his long lashes, and still hasn't exhaled.]
No. [Croaky, that's what her voice sounds like. Low and croaky. Hopefully he can't tell, isn't listening.] I think you're a lot of things, cute's not one. [And most of those things are inappropriate, and she hasn't had a friend in a while that mattered as much as Finn, so she won't fuck it up.]
action;
By the time she's noticed it, she has stared at the shadows across his face, and the freckles he has, and his long lashes, and still hasn't exhaled.]
No. [Croaky, that's what her voice sounds like. Low and croaky. Hopefully he can't tell, isn't listening.] I think you're a lot of things, cute's not one. [And most of those things are inappropriate, and she hasn't had a friend in a while that mattered as much as Finn, so she won't fuck it up.]