CJ watched with smug amusement as Nocturne tried to draw the rabbit out to him, making odd little noises and rubbing his fingers together. She wondered idly if he made such cute noises when he was having sex, and it made her little smile grow into a mischievous little smirk. Biting her bottom lip to try and hide her smirk when Nocturne looked at her, she snorted when he said he wasn’t an expert on rabbits, and rolled her eyes. Her blue gaze focused on the bunny’s tail as it bolted, shaking her head as Nocturne laughed.
“Prove it,” she demanded, turning to look at him, taking his hand as he offered it to her and rising to her feet, other hand grabbing her bags as she did so. She’d seen his phone when he was texting his sister, and she knew if it was anything like Mal’s, it would have access to the internet, and he would be able to prove it with a quick search. She set her hand on her hip after withdrawing it from Nocturne’s warm fingers.
While he looked up the word fluffle on his phone, she considered his other comments. She knew what she’d like to do the next time they met up; he was attractive, kind, and she would bet he wouldn’t leave her high and dry after a tumble. He’d probably even pay for a hotel room, since he didn’t really seem the type to duck into an alley, which she admittedly liked about him. She gave him a worn little smile as he turned the phone towards her, and her eyebrows arched up at the google search that did, indeed, say a group of rabbits was called a fluffle.
“Huh.” With her bags hooked over her wrist, she gently grabbed Nocturne’s wrist so she could use the other hand to move the search results up and down, making sure it wasn’t a photo or fake or something. “Okay, fine.” She finally said, releasing his wrist and smirking up at him. “You were right. This time.”
“Prove it,” she demanded, turning to look at him, taking his hand as he offered it to her and rising to her feet, other hand grabbing her bags as she did so. She’d seen his phone when he was texting his sister, and she knew if it was anything like Mal’s, it would have access to the internet, and he would be able to prove it with a quick search. She set her hand on her hip after withdrawing it from Nocturne’s warm fingers.
While he looked up the word fluffle on his phone, she considered his other comments. She knew what she’d like to do the next time they met up; he was attractive, kind, and she would bet he wouldn’t leave her high and dry after a tumble. He’d probably even pay for a hotel room, since he didn’t really seem the type to duck into an alley, which she admittedly liked about him. She gave him a worn little smile as he turned the phone towards her, and her eyebrows arched up at the google search that did, indeed, say a group of rabbits was called a fluffle.
“Huh.” With her bags hooked over her wrist, she gently grabbed Nocturne’s wrist so she could use the other hand to move the search results up and down, making sure it wasn’t a photo or fake or something. “Okay, fine.” She finally said, releasing his wrist and smirking up at him. “You were right. This time.”
