(from my sideblog; nixregem) The whitet stared, leaning on the wooden staff curiously. Smirking that same old smirk, he let out a soft laugh before calling towards the girl. "What are you?"
She replies with a smile.
"Oh!" her voice is bright, "I didn’t see you there. Why don’t you come closer?"
Her eyes open in only the slightest of ways, and she smiles against his lips. There’s a moment where she does not move; a single second in which she gives no response - before she draws away, only by a little, tiny inch.
"What’s this?" Her whisper is intimate, meant for his ears only, "Do you usually act so .. sudden?" The words come out in a teasing tone, as her eyes level over his own. That smile is still playing across her expression, and her fingertips reach to press against his bottom lip.
"Hm, Mister Frost?"
His eyes part from their lidded cage, lips breathing a cool air across her mouth. Fingers, cold as ice, dance across her skin as he pulls her upward, blue eyes still staring into teal tints. Honestly, Jack just… Felt like kissing her. Never before had he been so… Forward. Sure, impulsive and sudden, but not… So forward like that.
“To be honest? Never in that sense. But you’re just so cute~ Guess I couldn’t help myself… Miss Dreamgirl.” She was pretty cute. And, in her own sense, dreamfully beautiful. Chuckling as she called him Mr. Frost, a hand trailed lightly up a teal pigtail, playfully twirling the strands in his fingers.
“Jack Frost, at your service~. Mind giving me your name, Dreamgirl?”
