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[daemonized]

ARDYN IZUNIA

Ardyn Izunia. Professor of law. Lord of law. Liege of law. The one grading your papers. Leave a message.

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[daemonized]

[He places his hand over hers when she puts it on his chest, grinning wide. Give him a moment or two and he'll be able to speak without having to fight his way through so much laughter.]

Us? What about us?

[As if he doesn't know exactly what it is about the two of them that makes this so ridiculous -- and therefore completely worth it.]

[erythristic]

We're-

[breathe. breathe. she has to breathe. so that she can look at him again without losing it, though the smile on her face doesn't dim.]

I love you.

[that says enough, she thinks. they're ridiculous and out of their minds with dramatics and she couldn't be happier about that fact. she loves him - loves that he can make her laugh so hard that her stomach hurts and that they play off each other so well and that she feels comfortable enough around him to yes, forego pants and be domestic. it's a perfect day she half feels she hasn't earned, but that she has regardless.]

[daemonized]

[Unfair. A hundred times over, it's unfair that she can look up at him with a grin like that. His fingers clasp around her hand slightly, giving it a little squeeze of affection, and his own laughter has subsided long enough for him to return the sentiment.]

And I love you.

[He leans in to give her a kiss. Ridiculous fools in love that they are, standing in the middle of the kitchen only partly-clothed, being silly and dramatic and yes, domestic. After he pulls away, he adds:]

Even with no pants on. Especially with no pants on.

[erythristic]

[fools, and even more so, thinking about how long it's been. how long it could have been, if they had taken a chance or read the signs better. yet in a sense, Grell thinks she's grateful for it - she got to learn his favorites and the way he was before stepping into the unknown. if she looks at it that way, it makes each kiss even better.]

Oh, especially? Now you've gone and shown your hand, that wearing pants is one of the few ways to keep you in check.

[daemonized]

[That's almost enough to incite another wave of laughter from Ardyn, but he somehow manages to keep it in check. He's absolutely delighted with the direction this conversation has taken.]

You say that, and whether or not it's true, you can't possibly remain with your pants perpetually on in my presence from here on out. Therefore, I'll never truly be kept in check. So sorry to tell you.

[erythristic]

Oh, is that a promise? A declaration of fact?

[the tone it was asked in could almost be innocent, if not for the look on her face.]

[daemonized]

[Plainly, with zero hint of shame hesitation:]

A veritable fact.

[erythristic]

Ardyn, you're positively shameless.

[said with all the theatrics such a declaration requires, as she pulls away long enough to finish that part of mixing and beginning to add in dry ingredients.]

Another soul would call you scandalous for the same statements.

[daemonized]

[Note how he does not refute this accusation of being shameless.]

Another soul can call me whatever it is they like. All that matters is if whether or not you consider me shameless. Shall I stop making such comments?