"Can I use your tummy as a pillow? It’s soft."
”Softer than an actual pillow?”
He’s quick to poke his stomach to see. But his efforts are pointless as he soon shrugs his shoulders and reclines back to continue watching the movie. Propping his feet up on the table he removes the popcorn bowl from his stomach and gestures her to lay her head there.
The ginger grins like a happy child, and takes a spot, shifting into the most suitable position, finding comfort, as her skull is slightly turned to the front, trying to focus back on the film; the bright strawberry hair of hers almost covering all of his legs, from how long it was.
" Thank you. "














