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       Re: Outside
   DIR By: Marcko
       Date: December 29, 2014, 6:54 pm
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       Aoife had to bite her lips to keep the laughter from spilling
       out. Hazel eyes remained locked on his in a silent battle,
       ignoring the pointing and whispering from the old people that
       inhabited the pizza place as best she could, granting them
       nothing other than a light pink blush that settled on the apples
       of her cheeks. She allowed herself to laugh only when he
       initiated it, listening to his rugged chuckles before letting
       out her own girlish giggles.
       A brow rose when she noticed his smirk, but before she could act
       he grabbed her by the back of her neck and pulled her face to
       his. A soft squeal slipped through her lips before her face
       puckered up as he smeared pizza sauce on her face. Her hands
       instinctively reached out to him, one on his shoulder and the
       other pressed to his chest in an attempt to push away but he
       held onto her tight. With her hands maintaining contact Aoife
       looked at him when he finished, brows furrowed with an
       expression of playful displeasure. Only a second passed before
       she broke out into a smile, giggling at his words. From his
       shoulder her hand traveled up into his hair, ruffling it ever so
       slightly.
       “Yeah? You’ve got a bit on you too, Ste-fan. Let me help.” Her
       hands slipped off of him and reached for napkins, sticking one
       on each cheek as she looked at him with triumphant eyes. “Oh
       wait, I missed a spot.” Reaching back to the table, the third
       napkin was placed on his forehead, unfolding downwards to cover
       his eyes. Aoife could only laugh.
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