STATUS: closed for @jacklynchh LOCATION: rory's front yard
Rory frowns down at Annie, who’s looking up at him with an innocent expression. “That doesn’t look right,” he tells her, and Annie shrugs her tiny shoulders.
“It’s what you told me to get.”
“Hm,” he humors her for a little while longer, amused at the small giggles she’s fighting to hold back. Taking the small bottle from her hands, he pretends to inspect it closely. “No, this is definitely not sunscreen. I reckon this is one of your face paints,” he leans down to face her accusingly, eyes narrowed. “Are you trying to paint me like a ghost, monkey?” He reaches out to tickle her stomach, watching her fold over in shrieks.
“No, no,” she promises. “I’m sorry!”
Rory takes his hands back and points at the house. “Sunscreen,” he orders, raising an eyebrow. “For real this time.” Still giggling, Annie obliges, taking the face paint back and running up into the house. Her complexion helps with burning, but he’ll never be too careful when it comes to her — especially if they’re going to work on the yard, for god knows how long. He’s used to long hours out in the sun working; Annie, not so much. Though he supposes it isn’t so different from the time she spends outside playing.
Catching sight of a figure through his peripheral, he turns to find Jack walking up to him, and can’t help the immediate smile that tugs at his lips. “Always so punctual,” he teases, meeting him halfway. He wraps a finger around one of Jack’s belt loops and pulls him in for a soft kiss. It’s meant to be short, nothing but a greeting of sorts, but he gets slightly greedy at the taste and extends it by a couple more seconds. When he eventually makes himself pull away, he eyes Jack’s gaze, stomach doing somersaults. “Hi,” he greets properly this time, then teases, “Good thing you didn’t get lost on your way here. I know it’s a long trek.”