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7/17/2025, 7:07:31 PM
Picking the poor thing up and cradling her in your arms like a pomeranian, you open your mouth to say ‘yes’ when it hits you:
”Do you even know what that means?”
Love? You replied with a goofy smile, course you do! As per usual, Liz merely stared you down through her slick shades. You’d never get used to that.
“Well go on then, ‘teach’,” She replied, resting her chin on her palm as her mouth moved a fraction of an inch towards a smile, “Dazzle me.”
She had a nasty habit of getting you to stick your foot in your mouth, that Liz… and the strange part is that you found it kinda endearing. Well, you sputtered, love is… it’s when…
When, y’know… people really like each other… but… but not just like, y’know, they… there’s… s-sex… and flowers, maybe?
The girl merely stared you down like you were speaking Martian before gracing you with her world-famous sarcasm.
“By Jove, Anton, I do believe you convinced me.” Reaching out to give your shaggy mane a good tousle, Liz cradled your cheeks in her roughshod, but gentle hands before bringing you in for a kiss… and a quiet laugh at your expense.
“Dumbass.”
Fine then, you grumbled, not bothering to try and escape her clutches, so what’s HER definition, huh? Liz removed her hands from your cheeks to rub her chin in mock contemplation.
“I think love… is like a gun.” You probably got out a quarter of a laugh before her stern glare shut your ass up! “It comes in all shapes and sizes… it can be modified based on the owner’s preferences…” And just like that, she’s back to staring you down. “And, most importantly, dear Anton… it can hurt someone if you don’t know what the hell you’re doing with it.”
Huh, you remarked, your eyes drifting away from her and out to the sea surrounding the boardwalk, that’s… yea, okay…
“So,” The girl added, cocking her head to the side as she took a seat on the pier’s railing, “Do you?”
You blinked. Do I…?
The setting sun set her fiery hair ablaze. “Do you love me?”
“Ant…?”
Shaking the memory off like a wet dog, you turn to address the catthing still cradled in your arms like a baby–not that she seems to mind. I, you begin, I think you should just… say it.
The Durher’s eyes widen.
Y’know, see how it feels! Try it on for size!
>CONTD.
”Do you even know what that means?”
Love? You replied with a goofy smile, course you do! As per usual, Liz merely stared you down through her slick shades. You’d never get used to that.
“Well go on then, ‘teach’,” She replied, resting her chin on her palm as her mouth moved a fraction of an inch towards a smile, “Dazzle me.”
She had a nasty habit of getting you to stick your foot in your mouth, that Liz… and the strange part is that you found it kinda endearing. Well, you sputtered, love is… it’s when…
When, y’know… people really like each other… but… but not just like, y’know, they… there’s… s-sex… and flowers, maybe?
The girl merely stared you down like you were speaking Martian before gracing you with her world-famous sarcasm.
“By Jove, Anton, I do believe you convinced me.” Reaching out to give your shaggy mane a good tousle, Liz cradled your cheeks in her roughshod, but gentle hands before bringing you in for a kiss… and a quiet laugh at your expense.
“Dumbass.”
Fine then, you grumbled, not bothering to try and escape her clutches, so what’s HER definition, huh? Liz removed her hands from your cheeks to rub her chin in mock contemplation.
“I think love… is like a gun.” You probably got out a quarter of a laugh before her stern glare shut your ass up! “It comes in all shapes and sizes… it can be modified based on the owner’s preferences…” And just like that, she’s back to staring you down. “And, most importantly, dear Anton… it can hurt someone if you don’t know what the hell you’re doing with it.”
Huh, you remarked, your eyes drifting away from her and out to the sea surrounding the boardwalk, that’s… yea, okay…
“So,” The girl added, cocking her head to the side as she took a seat on the pier’s railing, “Do you?”
You blinked. Do I…?
The setting sun set her fiery hair ablaze. “Do you love me?”
“Ant…?”
Shaking the memory off like a wet dog, you turn to address the catthing still cradled in your arms like a baby–not that she seems to mind. I, you begin, I think you should just… say it.
The Durher’s eyes widen.
Y’know, see how it feels! Try it on for size!
>CONTD.
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