[ She watches him for a moment, before finally dropping back down to lay down, once more looking up than down or across. She seems ... thoughtful. Contemplating. She doesn't even smirk or smile to his quip of terrible knitting.
Instead, she licks her lips, bites them inward, tugs at his arm to unprop his head, and tugs him downward. She's aiming for a kiss, if he'll let her. Even if it's a little weird, being ... Being allowed to kiss him like this. To kiss him at all. ]
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Instead, she licks her lips, bites them inward, tugs at his arm to unprop his head, and tugs him downward. She's aiming for a kiss, if he'll let her. Even if it's a little weird, being ... Being allowed to kiss him like this. To kiss him at all. ]