"Well, it's not like I have to marry her. I was thinking more along the lines of feeling her up under the bleachers or something." He grinned. "She seems like the kind of girl who would be okay with that. All her talk about body butter and shit." He shrugged his shoulders. "She doesn't have to talk, really."
James rolled his eyes at Mao's sulking over his watch. The watch was cheap, one of those made for kids, but Mao's frown was enough to make him extend his hand out. "Alright, give it here. Maybe I can fix it." James was smart, despite the way he might have acted. He could put things back together after taking them apart.