Andromeda tried to type a response, but her silent laughter made the laptop wobble precariously on her flat stomach. She finally gave up trying to balance it, taking the easy way out by charming it to float at just the perfect level, as if there were an invisible desk holding it up.
"Perfect," she said quietly to herself.
raggedyandie: You're saying that if, out of the goodness of my heart, I try to get you to do your homework because I know it will help you succeed later in life, you would tickle me? raggedyandie: Would you really torture me like that? raggedyandie: *bats eyelashes and pouts*