Zexion chuckled appreciatively, wishing to hear more stories from Narnia as ever, craving the saucier anecdotes just as much as the tasty bits set before them upon the table. One eye fixed flatly on Edmund, as if to accuse him of being a tease.
It was pleasant enough foreplay just to watch Edmund's fingertips pinching the soft caramel, bringing it to his lips but barely nipping at it, which was wholly unfair- he'd been looking forward to watching it roll upon his tongue, mashed sticky against the roof of his mouth, rendering his companion silent for several moments. The nibble didn't quite earn an eyeroll, which left Zexion huffing with mild impatience and sinking restlessly back against his seat. His gaze slid toward the front windows, watching the flurries spin, smiling a little in spite of their shared little torments.
"That'd get us tossed out in the cold." He warned sharply, voice lowered to something closer to a growl as Edmund spoke of indiscriminate grinding. It was one of his favorite breakfast table games to play, but here even talk of it was an indiscretion, and Edmund was hardly keeping things to a whiisper. "Don't be too crass!"
He jangled his boot a little at the ankle, stretching and wiggling cold toes as far as the layers of socks would allow him. The feeling Edmund painted with his words were stirring familiarity in him, and even though the nudge he returned was lukewarm, the tickle of a ghostlike impression against the sole of Edmund's foot was unmistakeable.
"Mind you mouth and manners." He snapped in undertone, giving a sharp cock of his head toward two nearby girls dressed in gaudy pink, high-buttoned frilly frocks and searching out treasures deep in one aothers thick petticoats. "There are ladies present!"
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It was pleasant enough foreplay just to watch Edmund's fingertips pinching the soft caramel, bringing it to his lips but barely nipping at it, which was wholly unfair- he'd been looking forward to watching it roll upon his tongue, mashed sticky against the roof of his mouth, rendering his companion silent for several moments. The nibble didn't quite earn an eyeroll, which left Zexion huffing with mild impatience and sinking restlessly back against his seat. His gaze slid toward the front windows, watching the flurries spin, smiling a little in spite of their shared little torments.
"That'd get us tossed out in the cold." He warned sharply, voice lowered to something closer to a growl as Edmund spoke of indiscriminate grinding. It was one of his favorite breakfast table games to play, but here even talk of it was an indiscretion, and Edmund was hardly keeping things to a whiisper. "Don't be too crass!"
He jangled his boot a little at the ankle, stretching and wiggling cold toes as far as the layers of socks would allow him. The feeling Edmund painted with his words were stirring familiarity in him, and even though the nudge he returned was lukewarm, the tickle of a ghostlike impression against the sole of Edmund's foot was unmistakeable.
"Mind you mouth and manners." He snapped in undertone, giving a sharp cock of his head toward two nearby girls dressed in gaudy pink, high-buttoned frilly frocks and searching out treasures deep in one aothers thick petticoats. "There are ladies present!"