[ she laughs at him. it's more a chuckle, low and short, but not quiet enough to be drowned out by the music. it is not shallow and jaded enough to be drowned out by the mask of insincerity. it is hard to be consistant at early hours of the morning; it is a time for sleep, or some sort of rest, and sex with subsequent follow up dancing did not quite substitute that. ]
[ humor does. for she laughs in his ear and drawls sweetly; ]
Oh, you're right, it can't be hard.
[ she uncurls one arm from around his neck, reaches for her spoon and manages to scoop a small dollop of ice cream from the container with reasonable grace. it drips. it's melting. but asha doesn't mind; it tastes the same when she takes the bite in her mouth, and when she speaks again, it is with the spoon still in mouth. ]
i'm always tyler you should know this by now.
[ humor does. for she laughs in his ear and drawls sweetly; ]
Oh, you're right, it can't be hard.
[ she uncurls one arm from around his neck, reaches for her spoon and manages to scoop a small dollop of ice cream from the container with reasonable grace. it drips. it's melting. but asha doesn't mind; it tastes the same when she takes the bite in her mouth, and when she speaks again, it is with the spoon still in mouth. ]
You've mastered it.