ryarmander:
♡—— The words were enough to cause Ryane to glare up at the male, though it was obvious that her eyes held no real malice. She almost laughed more than anything, it wasn’t as though she was a stranger to people accounting her height to her being young. And it also wasn’t unlike Mark to make comments about her being any age under seven. Picking up a french fry from her plate, she threw it across the table at him, more than satisfied when she saw it ricochet off his forehead. Holding another in the grasp between her index and thumb fingers, she pointed it at him in an almost accusing manner. “See, now I’m definitely not going to try to clear my schedule at all for you. You only have yourself to blame, Tuan.” She laughed lightly before popping the fry into her mouth.
「ӎ」┄ He wanted to make anotehr jab, possibly commenting on her height this time— that is until he felt the french fry make contact with his forehead. It takes him a bit to realize what had happened before his face contorts from the smiley-up-to-no-good facade to one of disgust mixed in with a childish pout. Flashing her a small glare, he picks up one of the napkins to wipe at his forehead; flicking it her way once he was done. “ Honestly! You should be used to my jokes by now. How could you waste precious food? “ His lips tug back into their usual grin as he reaches over and takes one of her fries; stuffing it into his mouth before she could stop him. “ I blame no one but you. Shorty. “
