( there's a long groan, as though he hates the prospect of being tested--in reality, it doesn't much bother him, though it does make him slump back in his seat, chin ducking down slightly to angle his gaze more fully through to the table and beyond.
this is the sort of thing that might give him a headache, in the long run. but she's spread her legs at least a little bit, enough to see the hue of her underwear, and more than that, now she's got a hand in her lap, holding up-- )
Three? Three fingers.
( immediately he's laughing, a bright sort of cackle, as he leans into the table again; he clearly can't sit still. )
no subject
( there's a long groan, as though he hates the prospect of being tested--in reality, it doesn't much bother him, though it does make him slump back in his seat, chin ducking down slightly to angle his gaze more fully through to the table and beyond.
this is the sort of thing that might give him a headache, in the long run. but she's spread her legs at least a little bit, enough to see the hue of her underwear, and more than that, now she's got a hand in her lap, holding up-- )
Three? Three fingers.
( immediately he's laughing, a bright sort of cackle, as he leans into the table again; he clearly can't sit still. )
What do I win? What's my prize?