forum Tied by a String (Private RP with Thighhigh)(Stalkers welcome)

Started May 16, 2019 by Deleted user

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"So you like my unathletic manhandles better?" he asked, grinning at how adorable her reaction was.

"See, you've got muscle, but it's not…excessive." She tried to explain, twisting his shirt a bit as she continued her fiddling. "Is this making any sense?"

He shook his head. "Not at all. Your rambling was cute, though."

((I feel your user on a spiritual level))

She sighed, though her cheeks were a bit red. "Whatever. It'll make sense someday. Are you sure it wasn't just annoying?"

He patted the top of her head, smiling slightly. "I'm positive, Ms. Stark."

"You're weird." She decided, making a face at him despite her smile. "I gotta ask though, why do you call me that?"

"I got it from Adam," he said, gesturing to the ceiling. "It was catchy, sounding, so I went with it."

"Y'know, I tried to get him to stop calling me that, way back when." She said, turning her gaze up to the ceiling. "He started calling me Margaret instead. I guess it is kinda catchy, in a weird way."

He snorted, his face squishing up slightly. "Margaret doesn't suit you at all."

"Nope." She popped the 'p' as she agreed. "I figured Ms. Stark was better. At least sounded classy, but me."

"You are very classy," he said, nudging her with his left arm. "Just not in the traditional sense."

"What's that even mean?" She questioned, scrunching up her nose in confusion.

"Does it have to have an actual meaning, or are you gonna take the compliment?" he asked, raising an eyebrow.

"I mean, I'd love to know what it means, but thanks? I hope?" She made a face, but shrugged her good shoulder.

He just rolled his eyes, pulling her closer to him. If it was even possible.

She continued fiddling with his shirt as she sighed happily. "Y'know, for someone not used to cuddling, you're pretty good at it."

Amity poked up a small, sharp spike from under her hand, lightly pricking her palm to ask her to stop messing with the shirt. "It's really just a long hug," he pointed out, unaware of the symbiote's action

She let go of the shirt, raising an eyebrow at the spike, but withdrew her hand to fiddle with one of her rings instead. "True. A really long hug."

"A couple kisses in between, too," he mused with a small smile as the spike retracted into the shirt.

"Right, we can't forget that." She teased, lips quirking up into a smile. "Best kind of hug."

"Speaking of a kiss," he said, raising his eyebrows down at her.

She huffed a laugh, raising an eyebrow back at him. "Yes?"

(Quick fingies)

"C'mere," he said, leaning down and tilting his head to make it easier for himself.

She shook her head, shifting to press a gentle kiss to the corner of his mouth.

"Am I not worthy of a kiss?" he asked, pulling back ever so slightly to make eye contact with her.