[ there's no missing the sound of tiny paws scrabbling across the worn floor, because that dog somehow has a sixth sense for knowing when it's frank walking through the door above all others — even though she'll still pause in whatever she's busy with to greet laura coming home from school, or waves returning from another shift at the library. ]
Hey, I was good. I waited. [ she feigns petulance around another sip of coffee, but still offers her cheek up for that brief affectionate press, a small tilt of her head before she swallows and sets the mug down on the counter behind her. bogie's still dancing around from the sheer excitement of having her returned, and even though he can't expect a similar display like that from wynonna, she can't say she faults the dog her enthusiasm; having him beneath this roof feels like a missing puzzle piece slotted back into its rightful place, one she hadn't even known she needed until she was trying and failing to complete the picture on her own. ]
Do I need to give you a minute alone with those boxes? [ there's the way he's groping them already, but that's nothing compared to when he reaches for a slice, that thick cheese he mentioned stretching out from the rest of the pie before breaking free, and then she's helpless to observe him shoving half of it into that monster mouth of his with a blend of fascination and more than a little amusement. ]
And you say I'm the one with a big mouth. [ she's tempted to make a repeat comment about him needing some quality time with this pizza when he voices that soft groan — exactly how good is this pizza, anyway? — but when he's turning his wrist to offer her the remaining half, she reaches up to secure it with her fingers before sinking her teeth in, and then her eyes go wide. ]
Howy 'hit. [ yes, she's definitely still trying to talk with her mouth full. ] Thass fuh'in 'mazing.
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Hey, I was good. I waited. [ she feigns petulance around another sip of coffee, but still offers her cheek up for that brief affectionate press, a small tilt of her head before she swallows and sets the mug down on the counter behind her. bogie's still dancing around from the sheer excitement of having her returned, and even though he can't expect a similar display like that from wynonna, she can't say she faults the dog her enthusiasm; having him beneath this roof feels like a missing puzzle piece slotted back into its rightful place, one she hadn't even known she needed until she was trying and failing to complete the picture on her own. ]
Do I need to give you a minute alone with those boxes? [ there's the way he's groping them already, but that's nothing compared to when he reaches for a slice, that thick cheese he mentioned stretching out from the rest of the pie before breaking free, and then she's helpless to observe him shoving half of it into that monster mouth of his with a blend of fascination and more than a little amusement. ]
And you say I'm the one with a big mouth. [ she's tempted to make a repeat comment about him needing some quality time with this pizza when he voices that soft groan — exactly how good is this pizza, anyway? — but when he's turning his wrist to offer her the remaining half, she reaches up to secure it with her fingers before sinking her teeth in, and then her eyes go wide. ]
Howy 'hit. [ yes, she's definitely still trying to talk with her mouth full. ] Thass fuh'in 'mazing.