When the kiss was broken, an Emma posted her question, Ari was content to bat her lashes playfully, quieting the giggle that spilled from her smudged lips with the press of her index and middle finger against them. "..Was I supposed to?" She asked. Ari had, intentionally, never agreed to cough up so much as a single secret. This amusement was only heightened by her state of inebriation.
Ari listened, or tried to listen, to the next words that fell out of Emma's mouth. That accent tickled her on the insides, sent shivers boiling along her spine, catching her breath in her throat and begging her teeth to sink into the midnight shake that had lightened upon her pale lips.
She really didn't know anyone here, which she gathered is because she was years behind most anyone her age in this 'school'. That, in an of itself, had been frustrating. Her browns furrowed for a moment and she stuck her tongue out in a jesting, albeit, serious, protest. "That doesn't count.." She complained. "No kiss.."
The last words were spat from her lips in the tone of an impish dare. If Emma wanted it? She'd have to come take it..