Re: In-person: Sam A/Cris M
Ay, is it? [He asksa the stairs.] I seem to remember somebody floorin' it by me two seconds ago. [But, he's fond, especiallya that sneaky grin.] I'll show you. [He tickles the bottoma her foot as he gets a sock off.
Her tongue is pink bubblegum behind gap, and Cris' gaze sticks there, brief, before he's talking, making funna mottos or whatever. He wrinkles his nose again when she pokes at him, when she wiggles her toes where he's pressed 'em to his cheeks.—Ted plays tug-o'-war with his pants, and Cris, used to being pulled at, hardly seems to notice.—Dopey, he kisses the bottomsa Sam's feet after she wiggles toes more against his face.
He drops her legs easy and sits on the edgea the bed to take his shoes off, his socks, and replace 'em with Sam's socks, stretching 'em some.] I think if I pack you in-between some shirts, we'll be good, huh? [He grins at her. He stands, grabbing Sam's ankles again, and he starts putting his still-warm socks on her feet, even though they're far too long.] There. Now, you can move. [He flicks at her feet as he draws away, getting on his knees next to the puppy, those dumb socks against his ass in all their holiday cheer. He pets Tedito behind the ears.] You still want me to tell you how me talkin' to you is diff'rent? [He looks up at Sam, smiling at her.]