They were watching television, some horror movie that was more cheap jokes and nsfw content than actual horror. Obviously they hadn’t been the ones to put it on, that’d been Blondie, but neither of them cared enough to change it.
He turned to her and, with a completely deadpan face and his usual monotone voice, said “I wonder if you have an extra heart because mine was just stolen.”
She’d looked towards him slowly and stared at him for a moment before what he said dawned on her.
A laugh escaped her and she looked at him with an amused smirk on her face. “Who by?”
“I’m trying to flirt with you here,” he didn’t even try to answer her question.
“Okay, okay. I think you’re suffering from a lack of vitamin me,” she snickered behind her hand.
“Your eyes are bluer than the Atlantic ocean and I dont mind being lost at sea,” he reached up to poke her on her forehead, smirking slightly when she batted him away in irritation.
“You must be a magician because every time I look at you, everyone else disappears,” she smiled at him, placed her hands on his cheeks and squished them together.
“I am a magician. Thank you for noticing,” he grabbed one of her hands and pressed his lips against the back of her hand.
“I have to wonder where all this is coming from,” she mused, not bothering to pull her hand away from him.
“I saw a chance and took it,” he shrugged before he continued with his pick-up lines. “You must be a campfire because you’re super hot and I want s’more.”
“Oh god,” she snorted, smiling.
“I’ll probably be very awkward for a while after this,” he continued, completely blasé as he bumped his forehead against hers.
“That’s a shame,” she hummed, smiling slightly at him. “”Exchanging pick-up lines with you is fun.”
“I’ll be sure to remember that.”
“You better,” she kissed him on his nose and leaned back, snickering at the mixture of embarrassment and offence on his face.
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