The sharp hit hardly hurt, chocolate eyes staring at her simply before he simply sets her down upon the floor easily, grabbing his phone. Types : ' you're just too easy to mess with. '
Even if she’s safely placed down, she keeps pouting, staring up at him with a pissed off look on her face, hands on her hips, her usual posture. Clicking her tongue, she takes his nose between index and middle finger, pulling slightly, making a soft noise with her throat. “I’m not.” she protests, without moving her eyes on him. Yet, she can’t help but think that if it was anyone else, she would have probably HIT them without even thinking about it. “What did you expect me to do?”











