Hmmm. [Ash taps his top lip with a hum, considering his answer. It’s all show. He already knows what he’s going to say, but see Article 9, subsection 2b: two can play that game.
So, what does Ash think? He thinks he’s going to drag this out. He takes a deep breath, holds it for a moment, and exhales it all out in one long sigh, tilting his head to the side like he’s chewing over whether he should tell Laurie some potentially bad news.]
What do I think, [he repeats absentmindedly, sauntering closer to Laurie. Sometimes he forgets how short she is; you can say a lot of things about Laurie, but one thing she’s very good at making herself seem bigger than she actually is, like an angry chihuahua. It’s cute. Ash actually has to lean down to be at eye-level with her, looking for her eyes through the tangles of hair spilling over her face. With all the blood, muck and other disgusting shit they run through every night, none of them are very put together at this point, Ash included. His hair’s gotten a little shaggy, but it’s still nowhere near as wild as Laurie’s.
He reaches down to gingerly sweep a particularly messy strand out of her eyes, tucking it behind her ear with the same amount of feather-light gentleness.]
I think… I don’t have to tell you anything.
[It’s hard not to grin when he quickly pulls his hand away from her, so he pivots on his heel so Laurie won’t see it.]
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So, what does Ash think? He thinks he’s going to drag this out. He takes a deep breath, holds it for a moment, and exhales it all out in one long sigh, tilting his head to the side like he’s chewing over whether he should tell Laurie some potentially bad news.]
What do I think, [he repeats absentmindedly, sauntering closer to Laurie. Sometimes he forgets how short she is; you can say a lot of things about Laurie, but one thing she’s very good at making herself seem bigger than she actually is, like an angry chihuahua. It’s cute. Ash actually has to lean down to be at eye-level with her, looking for her eyes through the tangles of hair spilling over her face. With all the blood, muck and other disgusting shit they run through every night, none of them are very put together at this point, Ash included. His hair’s gotten a little shaggy, but it’s still nowhere near as wild as Laurie’s.
He reaches down to gingerly sweep a particularly messy strand out of her eyes, tucking it behind her ear with the same amount of feather-light gentleness.]
I think… I don’t have to tell you anything.
[It’s hard not to grin when he quickly pulls his hand away from her, so he pivots on his heel so Laurie won’t see it.]