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[unshwazzenone]

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[deadpans]

[ It tickles, a little, but he let her be, opted to reposition himself as well, so that his face isn't partly buried in her dark hair, and instead in her jawline, breath teasing her skin. ]

Morning. [ He replied coolly (much to his surprise), and kissed her cheek lightly. ] Did you dream of me last night? Or did you dream weird things like sentient cupboards, trying to take over the world again?

[ Planned or not, intentional or unintentional, she had managed to ensnare him. ]

[unshwazzenone]

Hmmm. What if I dreamt of you in a cupboard, eh? What then?

[deadpans]

Depends on the context. [ He responded lazily, fingertips trailing against her back, teasing her forever. ] I suspect it's something dirty, though.

[unshwazzenone]

Yes, Eiríkur, I have dirty dreams about you in cupboards.

[deadpans]

[ He couldn't determine whether it's a confession or whether she's just teasing him. He's swinging towards the latter, but who knows. ]

I'll be careful from now on when I'm with you and there's cupboards around, then. [ Despite the calm reply, he can't help but blush a little. Thankfully, she can't see that. ] In the same vein, you should be careful with desks.

[ Whispered in her ear seductively. Two can play the game. ]

[unshwazzenone]

[The eyebrows. They are rising.]

Is that an invitation? Or do we both just have an unfortunate "thing" for sturdily-constructed, polished wooden furniture?

[deadpans]

Maybe. [ Pulls away just enough to tease her. ]

[unshwazzenone]

"Maybe" to what?

[deadpans]

To both of your questions. [ Oh, she doesn't seem bugged. It sort-of annoys him, so he's just going to roll a little further. ]

[unshwazzenone]

Hm--hey, where do you think you're going? I'm definitely not done.

[She will just roll right on top of him, tyvm. Then he can't get away from her not-sexy snuggles of doom >:3]

[deadpans]

[ That earns her a frown. Eiríkur doesn't like it when other people sabotaged his trolling attempts, especially without even knowing. ]

Oh, I don't know. Narnia, maybe. [ But a minute later, he's more than vaguely okay with that, and once more draped both his arms around her, smothering her with snuggles. He can definitely get used to this. ] Anywhere in particular you'd like to go today, by the way?

[ Since it's Sunday, he doesn't plan to fly back home until tomorrow morning, and all. ]