[ She gives a little hmphf when he lets go of her and finds himself a new perch. Though it's tempting to get her bare feet off the graveled surface of the roof itself, Ladybird knows that the poured concrete of the ledge will be twice as cold and that her sundress, whipping about lazily around her knees, will have very little protection to offer. She turns to lean on him instead, the faintest of weights draped against his back, so light as to be barely even there unless he's paying very close attention. ]
I trust you'd be able to find a way, if you put your mind to it, [ she sighs, a hand sliding (no, tiptoeing; no, scuttling) along the sleeve of his jacket. Her mouth is warm against the shell of his ear; his ear is cold, in turn, against her mouth. ] Have you any resolutions? [ A pause and she giggles, making her teeth chatter again. ]
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I trust you'd be able to find a way, if you put your mind to it, [ she sighs, a hand sliding (no, tiptoeing; no, scuttling) along the sleeve of his jacket. Her mouth is warm against the shell of his ear; his ear is cold, in turn, against her mouth. ] Have you any resolutions? [ A pause and she giggles, making her teeth chatter again. ]
Wishes.