Re: In-person: Sam A/Cris M
[She looks good. No customers in the shop, and Cris' attention is snagged by Sam, his grin widening to wedge as she runs 'round the counter in that real adult-lookin' blazer and those real not-adult-lookin' socks with puffs jangling from string.] Hey, baby. You look good—[She skids to a stop, and he leans down to catch that kiss. He tries to get more, huh? He tries to part his mouth over hers—pero, she's scooping the puppy from the tub, and he gives an exaggerated sigh.] So this is how it's gonna be, huh? Prolly worse once the baby's here. [But, he winks, letting the tub drop, so it's hanging from the endsa his fingers against thigh.—Tedito squirms and Cris moves around Sam, bapping her ass with plastic, as he heads for the stairs, straight back.
He smiles at her over his shoulder.] Tedito, el Perrito, ain't the best passenger. When we make our trips, you're gonna be in chargea holdin' his tiny ass. [He expects her to follow, since nobody's around shopping—though, he should prolly flip the sign or something.] Want me to start with my clothes? Lo siento, your clothes? [And a glance down, mischievous as anything.] Nice calcetines.