gocirclegogo | DOES WHATEVER A SPIDER CAN- Okay not that creepy but still

[It's good she's calmed down a bit. The easiest way to tell is the fact she's trying so hard to be a creeper despite looking a split second away from laughing herself clear off the chair. He's nice enough to give her a second to brace herself, eyes closed and expression unreadable. Mentally debating something, pros and cons weighed on some invisible scale, and he ultimately sighs in annoyance.

Except he grabs her chin and tilts her head upright enough where the only thing she sees are those bright vicious eyes she always swoons for. The voice is equal parts insane and amused. That last part means he's in a similar case as her in trying not to break face.]

Tearing me once doesn't give you a free invitation.

[Biting her lip means she doesn't laugh and has a bonus of continuing the look she's trying and still failing at. Even if she does like the eyes, it doesn't distract her ~~much~~ from playing around more.]

'Once'? I guess only properly once but you give in to those desires sometimes. Little scratches here and there... [Erika lowers her voice, naturally taking a huskier tone.] Not enough for you to even feel the edge but you can't help wanting more, right? That's why... I let you inside me... and gave you that nice, hot spark through your body...

[She rests her hand on his arm, over where the scar tattoo is.]

[He's perfectly good at keeping the expression through most of it. Keyword: most. At around the time she gets to 'That's why' is when he snickers once in the hesitation. He also ends up cracking completely by the end, face buried in one hand and giving those harsh-but-genuine laughs that only Lion earns.]

This why your girlfriend gets worried? How could he possibly take that seriously?

[Lord, what a dumbass. Waving his hand afterward, knowing full well he lost that one.] You earned that one. Take your points.

[That isn't a laugh she's very familiar with, so it's actually rewarding to earn it herself. Not that Erika would tell him that, of course. But she accepts it as her point with a rare smile of her own.]

Why, thank you, dear Willard. I can still do that well enough, huh? Though you're not bad at it yourself.

[She can file it away as proof of her victory considering how fast it disappears. Smashed down under the surface into the usual light snickering, shrugging one shoulder a bit.]

Not sure how to take that compliment. But you'd probably do it better if it wasn't to me.

Even worked up, it's hard to say something like that to you and not want to laugh. It's your fault for being so unappealing.

Uh huh. Just like it's your own fault for being so annoying I use you to make windows.

We already talked about your poor excuse for 'taste' so I don't need to comment on that. Like that v-neck, ugh...

[Oh for the love of-] Could you let that die already? I wasn't dressing up formal for your bitch of an ex-owner. Lecture me when you're not wearing a middle schooler's dress.

[At the very least, hearing him be that blunt means she can mark another point off. Infinitely more chill around relatives.]

Wh-What?! The way I dress isn't a 'middle-schooler' way of dressing! Lolita fashion is strictly for adults who want to evoke an innocent image. It's just beyond your fashion-challenged understanding! Like who wears a belt and a scarf as a belt huh?!

[A beat. Two. Three. Long enough for her to realize she did something stupid and ruined the moment.]

Defensive?

[Erika quickly tries to regain composure. She's fine, okay.]

I wasn't being defensive. It was just a hypocritical statement if we're talking about fashion choices.

[The look she gets means he doesn't buy that first part for a second. That was a horrible attempt Erika.]

Now you're getting defensive over being defensive.

[This look says 'shut up, Willard' because...because. Shut up.]

It was very rude of you! I already look younger than I am but my body is certainly more than enough woman, I can promise that. Of course, you'll never personally find out...

[She gets that same flat look for the longest time. The one that says she's crossed the line of stupidity so far that even he's not willing to suspend his irritation and roll with it.

So, like all the other times, Erika gets shoved off and he stands and walks away. You should be ashamed, Erika.]

[Tumbling to the floor in an ungraceful way, Erika hurries to pick herself up. Well, maybe it wasn't entirely unexpected, but she wasn't really thinking too hard on what she said. For all his trouble, Will gets Erika following him and continuing on.]

What?! I didn't even say anything about how my body is loved! I just said it was rude to compare it to a child's! Hey you saw the sixth game, right? That wasn't a child's chest!

[Uh huh. He's just ignoring her all the way to the kitchen as he goes to make coffee. Still ignoring her as she goes off about her chest.

Stupid cat. And now she's a stupid sister. Ughhh.]

[Wow excuse you. Right now this is very important. It is like concept denying her womanhood and she won't stand for that.]

Willard, I'll resort to drastic measures if you ignore me.

[She gets a Look shot at her from over one shoulder. It says that he's not ignoring her, but still finds her insanely stupid.]

Like what? Making for red-headed logic strands?

[She gives him a similar look.]

That was uncalled for. And you're distracting from the topic!

[Stare-off go. Or not, since he quickly turns away back to his caffeine.]

What topic? I was pretty sure it started with you being an imbecile and ending with me walking out. Did I miss a part somewhere?

[After glaring at his back, Erika folds her arms and gives a light hum.] ...No matter how badly you might be trying to find some excuse to peek, I won't give in to reverse psychology. I'm truly sorry, Willard, but you're stuck with a washboard view.

[Turning to glance at her again, this time completely missing her point until a beat or two later. She'll tell when it hits because the confused expression turns blank.

And he shrugs.] I don't mind her chest. She's better with her hands.

[Erika stumbles back with a choking sound. She tries to say something but can only make a horrified expression and blanch.]

Ah...! Who wants to hear about that?! No one wants to hear about a couple of freaks! No way, just shut up and don't pollute my mind with that!

[He doesn't look back. It's probably a good thing because then he'd be outright laughing at her.]

Point. [Calling it.] Next time you shouldn't think so hard about her dexterity.

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