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ʙᴀꜱꜱɪꜱᴛ. ᴘᴏᴘ-ᴘᴜɴᴋ ᴋɪᴅ.
ᴍᴏꜱʜ ᴘɪᴛ ʀᴇɢᴜʟᴀʀ.
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He didn’t even try to hide his mischievous smile. He was enjoying this far too much.
“Can we even make it home first? I mean... can you?”
Not exactly the words he would’ve expected from her. He hadn’t expected them to make him melt a little. He grinned behind the mask.
“Of all things, is this mask what it took to make you think about it?” he asked, amused.
Random Zack fact:
in high school he used to tutor other kids in math and physics to make some extra money.
“I always behave,” he said with a grin in her direction, one that suggested the opposite. He was sure she knew, especially after getting to know him.
He set a few cobwebs aside, figuring he could put them to use in kitchen once they were done here.
Then he paused at her question and his gaze shifted towards her, curious.
“I don’t really have a type, but if I did, I’d say I’m looking at her right now,” he answered casually, suddenly finding himself very occupied with picking up a box he had absolutely no intention of using.
Maybe we need to come up with something for November. Bringing out all the Christmas decorations now feels so cruel.
