"Maybe I just think red's your colour," Bert suggested teasingly, and stuck his tongue out at her. "Or maybe I'm serious. You're pretty. I'm gorgeous. You have to admit, on a purely aesthetic basis, we would make a stunning pair."
He laughed openly and easily, just as if there was nothing darker lurking in that smile, and trailed his fingertips down the bannister as he tripped his way down the stairs. In all honesty, even he wasn't entirely sure of whether he'd been being remotely serious or not. It was a common problem, with him.
"Maybe it's not the sugar," he added, after a moment, and batted his eyelashes at her. "Maybe it's your intoxicating presence. Who knows?"
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timeasmymeasure
oh my god bert you are such an asshole
Date: 2015-03-20 05:30 am (UTC)He laughed openly and easily, just as if there was nothing darker lurking in that smile, and trailed his fingertips down the bannister as he tripped his way down the stairs. In all honesty, even he wasn't entirely sure of whether he'd been being remotely serious or not. It was a common problem, with him.
"Maybe it's not the sugar," he added, after a moment, and batted his eyelashes at her. "Maybe it's your intoxicating presence. Who knows?"