( Eyes crinkling in sudden determination, she does her best to mimic what Rush just had, moving her mouth in a way she hopes is similar. )

. . Cute.

( Offering him the closest thing to a compliment she can, she kisses his cheek — something he’d taught her. )

( Nodding. She looks quite pleased, almost a smug satisfaction on her face. )

( Soft, barely audible purr sounds rumble from her throat. )

( Walking over to him. )

( Hm. He’s shorter than her . . )

( Small, affectionate smile. Leaning over and resting her head on his shoulder. )

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