Post by pierce on May 27, 2016 11:23:25 GMT -5
Cleo felt the tingles under the encompassing hoodie as they faded in its warmth. She brought her legs up and wrapped them, hugging them against her chest - the soft tan of the slip draping half way down them. Ghosts of the itching toyed at her senses but she ignored them, resting her head upon her knees and facing Cliff. She nodded softly, the rustle of the action brushing in to her ear.
He was rambling. It was cute and it caused a hint of her kind, default expression to push through the heavy and tired facade. "Next time I will definitely be sane enough to message you," she began, trying to get past the remorse of implying her previous insanity as she continued. "and I wouldn't have to put you through all that - the not being properly dressed for this and just, everything..." Cleo felt like apologizing again, but that wouldn't do anything. "Besides, then I'd be in a good enough mood to actually be fun to make smores with." she said in mild consolation before taking a moment to consider just how comfy she was now. With the hoodie practically swallowing her up, she was fine, though when it came to stretching out and laying down... that would be another issue.
"I'm okay right now, a lot comfier." she used his word, the corner of her mouth lifting in to a small thankful smile before her eyes lowered from him to the sleeping bag they were sitting on. "I'll want to get under the covers before too long, though." There she went, presenting a problem. Again. She felt like she was putting a big damper on his otherwise pleasant evening in isolation. Cleo's eyes trailed from the cushioning sleeping bag to where her feet were tucked in to the warmth of the hoodie, "I told you I wouldn't be good company." she sighed.
He was rambling. It was cute and it caused a hint of her kind, default expression to push through the heavy and tired facade. "Next time I will definitely be sane enough to message you," she began, trying to get past the remorse of implying her previous insanity as she continued. "and I wouldn't have to put you through all that - the not being properly dressed for this and just, everything..." Cleo felt like apologizing again, but that wouldn't do anything. "Besides, then I'd be in a good enough mood to actually be fun to make smores with." she said in mild consolation before taking a moment to consider just how comfy she was now. With the hoodie practically swallowing her up, she was fine, though when it came to stretching out and laying down... that would be another issue.
"I'm okay right now, a lot comfier." she used his word, the corner of her mouth lifting in to a small thankful smile before her eyes lowered from him to the sleeping bag they were sitting on. "I'll want to get under the covers before too long, though." There she went, presenting a problem. Again. She felt like she was putting a big damper on his otherwise pleasant evening in isolation. Cleo's eyes trailed from the cushioning sleeping bag to where her feet were tucked in to the warmth of the hoodie, "I told you I wouldn't be good company." she sighed.