[Records are broken being the five minutes or so are more than she's granted him from her work than she ever has willingly. A mere minute is record breaking since rarely it's her backing down from a mountain of paperwork to play with him. He's surprised; nay, a bit shocked at the willingness to step away.
Denial to get back to work takes form as his turnaround. Between patrolling the hallways and reading through mind numbing dribble, Misaki does her duty above and beyond for the school. Students and faculty aren't to point fingers or become disappointed for taking a break. He feels he ought to mention this to strengthen his point to cease working and suffering.
Gold hair sways in a slow shake of his head. The hold on her body isn't tight granting wiggle room should she want to remove herself from him, but if his hunch is right; she won't. The streaks of red about her cheeks is the loveliest shade of red he knows bar any brighter ones he's yet to see overtake her face.]
Nope. It's not break time anymore. I decided you have to stop working for the rest of the day. [Him and his ridiculous demands are with warrant. Shoulders lax as he leans in to speak lower, the commotion outside coming and going as ever.]
Am I? I don't want to step away, but you have to keep cool...[He trails off and steps forward. One step becomes two, then three, and eventually backs them into the desk. A wayward hand pushes papers off fluttering to the ground. Difficult to work when things are a mess and need resorting. He'll take the blame later and may actually help once they're cooled off and he's satisfied with playtime.]
I'm always worrying over you Misaki. At school, the cafe, at home. [The ice is out of reach much to his discontent. It takes a push to put her onto the desk to get him closer to the bowl, his looming frame bearing a playful grin and stain of pink (from heat or situation is anyone's guess).] Think you can keep quiet while I cool you off? [Because he's taken up an ice cube with plans in mind.]
it's fine!
Denial to get back to work takes form as his turnaround. Between patrolling the hallways and reading through mind numbing dribble, Misaki does her duty above and beyond for the school. Students and faculty aren't to point fingers or become disappointed for taking a break. He feels he ought to mention this to strengthen his point to cease working and suffering.
Gold hair sways in a slow shake of his head. The hold on her body isn't tight granting wiggle room should she want to remove herself from him, but if his hunch is right; she won't. The streaks of red about her cheeks is the loveliest shade of red he knows bar any brighter ones he's yet to see overtake her face.]
Nope. It's not break time anymore. I decided you have to stop working for the rest of the day. [Him and his ridiculous demands are with warrant. Shoulders lax as he leans in to speak lower, the commotion outside coming and going as ever.]
Am I? I don't want to step away, but you have to keep cool...[He trails off and steps forward. One step becomes two, then three, and eventually backs them into the desk. A wayward hand pushes papers off fluttering to the ground. Difficult to work when things are a mess and need resorting. He'll take the blame later and may actually help once they're cooled off and he's satisfied with playtime.]
I'm always worrying over you Misaki. At school, the cafe, at home. [The ice is out of reach much to his discontent. It takes a push to put her onto the desk to get him closer to the bowl, his looming frame bearing a playful grin and stain of pink (from heat or situation is anyone's guess).] Think you can keep quiet while I cool you off? [Because he's taken up an ice cube with plans in mind.]