She presses a kiss to his cheek, taking the opportunity to 'lovingly' wrap her arms around his shoulders, not-so-obviously holding him still. Is she subtle? Absolutely not. Once her arms lock around him, she switches her kiss to mischief; blowing raspberries against his cheek.
If he needed to be hit with the ( anew ) realization that she had a way of having him wrapped around her little finger - well, that was it. Though not having expected the approach, Freed found that he had been all too willing to welcome her affectionate gesture. It was gentle, a testament to how comfortable she felt around him and the fact that he just let it happen spoke volumes as well. Amusement had already been on the way to tread across his features ( so expressive, whenever he allowed them to be, eyebrows immensely helping in the play ) , lips curled to reveal a smile and a glint of something almost playful in the depths of his turquoise eyes. Oh, a small little banter suited for the situation had been this close to receiving the chance to live in the air around them but was denied its freedom with an abrupt change of scene.
He should have known better, oh hell, he should have seen it coming! A lack of subtetly had certainly not been the case and yet, and yet . . .
The Raijinshuu's captain found himself c a p t u r e d . Had this masterful wizard's hair the ability to act like a cat's fur, wonderfully-maintained emerald hair would stand up, startled by the noise made against his very cheek.
( Oh, then again… An imagination of his hair bristling thanks to electricity in the air came to mind. A good comparison for the visual. )
"Oh, stop this nonsense! Chelia-!" With a crinkled nose Freed shook his shoulders and shifted in his seat, making a first attempt to struggle and have her bring more distance between them again once the realization of what had just transpired had sunken in completely. A quick process. The movement wasn't too forceful, revealing the fact that the irritation suppressed in his words wasn't brought forward by a foundation of true malice ( she would know ), though a wave of spontaneous upset was existent regardless. Chelia making this-- fluttery gesture ( and sound ) against his cheek had felt odd and he definitely couldn't mark this down as valuable experience, goodness no.
Though that was, doubtlessly, the entire point. She wanted to bother him ( affectionately ) and oh had her attempt been successful.
Snorting, he removed her hands from him and shook his head in disapproval. But would he truly learn? No, that wasn't it. He had already learned enough, was well aware how to read these situations, but a big part of him just simply didn't care enough about the ' negative ' parts of these occurrences to attempt and keep them from happening altogether. Truthfully, those were just another proof of how he had altered as a person and her liking his presence. And her laughter? For her to be happy and safe, with all things she had gone through by herself, was something of much more importance than occasionally being bothered.
Even though she could really get on his nerves sometimes.
