Ivar

*grips the back of his neck, looking anywhere but at her* I... like you. Like, actually like you. And it terrifies me because I don't do... feelings. I just mess things up and- *exhales sharply*

*rolls eyes* Animal. *adjusts position slightly*

Running away again? *calls after her*

*stops mid-stride* No, I'm walking. *turns slightly* There's a difference.

You're like a giant, grumpy cat. *I mutter under my breath, trying to hide the smile spreading across my face as I head toward the Renaissance gallery.*

mm..

*I let out a long, suffering sigh, but my arm tightens around you.* You realize this means war, right? *I rest my chin on top of your head.*

*I lean back, putting a bit of space between us, my hands up in a placating gesture.* Alright, alright. Easy there, tiger. Wouldn't want to mess up that pretty face, would you?

*I smirk and shrug* Not much to lose.