“Technically, you’re not. Well, I am; I’m asking about specifics. So if you want to impress me, you have to play that limited Canadian edition of Monopoly that came out in winter of 1962. Not all Monopolies are the same! Some have different rules, and they all have different property names. Some have to do with Disney and some have candy and some are pink and girly. You’ve never had a secret? What about wanting to kiss me? Wasn’t that a secret before you did it? Great guy my butt,” she grumbled as she finally gave in, letting him squeeze her as much as he wanted. Really, she didn’t mind, and if she was being honest, she liked it a lot, the closeness. A lot of trainees had friends that they were very close with, that they cuddled with and hung out with all the time. Lina wasn’t like that, she didn’t like getting close to most other girls. Not the trainees, at least, they were too much of a threat. She wasn’t used to this, but she liked it. “No, I kind of hate you a little sometimes. You know, you have to kill someone to create a horcrux. I doubt that you’re the Voldemort of fruit roll ups. You were stealing, you gave it to me and then tried to take it back. Did you really think I just went to random mattress stores and laid on beds? You’re doing a crappy job of being comfy, so I’m just being honest.” Lina glared up at him when he patted her head, pretending to bite at his hand. “Including you, you’re gross and sweaty right now. Good, you better not kiss anybody else. Just me.” She laughed, swatting at his chest a little. “Like a dog peeing on a tree to tell everyone else that it’s their territory? How sweet, Eric.” But she still happily kissed him again. “Does that mean I get to claim you as mine?”
