"you love me, right?" as per the norm, cuddle's mouth operates faster than her brain, and in situations like these, that sort of thing can get her in trouble. with a smile, she pulls back, even offers one of her cutesy giggles to lighten the heavily loaded question. fixes it with the addition of a few words. "like a friend?" best friends, she hopes. maybe more? she’s considered it, let the idea play in her head a little more than once, but she won’t say that out loud. "we're friends, right?” :)
Back hunched and knees lazily bent, Hare lets his elbows rest on his knees as his hands met in the middle with fingertips hooked. Tiny pupils stare at the television screen when the question was asked. There was an odd feeling over him. One he couldn’t really make sense of… Which was entirely unsurprising. It seemed like he only knew anger.
His eyes finally shift to meet with hers. His eyebrow RISING in curiosity. He searched her face. Took his time to take in every detail. His lips finally tug into somewhat of a smirk. “ Hm. ” He shifts.
His legs now laid flat. Arms behind him in support. He pondered. Let his gaze roam around the room. “ I don’t know much about love. Never cared for it. I do enjoy your company. I have fun with you. You’re the only one who gives a damn. I don’t want to kill you. Would that be love ? ”