IC CONTACT ➛ mask or menace.

[bragnificent]

❝ Ｙｏ， ｙｏｕ ｇｏｔ Ｒｅｇｇｉｅ． Ｌｅａｖｅ ｉｔ！ ❞ ( ♪ )

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[bragnificent]

[ Reggie matches her smirk with one of her own, half one of those "you know you love it" sort of smirks, and half simply enjoying the feisty banter. Because he's used to it from her, of course, but also never really minded it that much to begin with-- obviously neither of them can really mean too much by any of the shit they always talk to each other, or else they wouldn't still be banging after all this time.

He brings the refreshments to the living room coffee table, setting them down before he flops down beside her, wrapping his arms around her waist to draw her close, resting his chin on her shoulder. ]

Always. And you never seem to mind all that much, so I guess it works out. [ He gropes for the TV remote, trying to move as little as possible. ] Though just once I wouldn't explain complain if you ever wanted to wear something I could take my time with.