❝ – What does it look like I’m doing?? ❞ The faintest hints of exasperation graced his tone as he reached out to carefully brush her cascading curls away from the screen of his laptop. ❝ Haven’t come up with anything I’d need to use one on, yet. ❞ He admitted a few moments later, on the cusp of a half-assed shrug. ❝ Besides, I thought you were enjoying being out of the lamp.. having all this space and no one ordering you about, and all that… ❞
She blew a loud raspberry, licked the tip of his nose, and shook her head, causing her hair to once again obscure his view of the strange click clacking light box he was using. ❝ It looks like you’re being BORING an’ making clicky noises on your light box, ❞ she huffed. With a dramatic sigh she raised her hand, palm up, and sent bolts of flame licking up to the ceiling. Once that ceased to amuse her, she rolled over mid-air, sprouted a pair of perfect legs, and landed with a thump, one leg crossed over the other, sitting on the edge of his desk. ❝ I’yam en’yoying being outside of ‘de lamp bu’ I wan’ to go outside of ‘dis strange body palace too. ‘Ow long do you stay ‘ere? You don’ live ‘ere do you? When can we go ‘ome? ❞
