Re: Courtyard: Amelia/Shane
[Shane laughed, already bringing an arm up and over his chest and stomach because he knows retaliation is coming. When the mud is slung at him, he turns away, like one might in paintball to take the hit with his side, but he's still very much amused by the lingering expression of disbelief on Amelia's face.] Yeah?
[His own expression mimics hers, but more along the lines of an 'oh really now?' He walks up a step or two closer to her, shifting forward on the balls of his feet, hand tugging up as if in an affectionate gesture, as if he's going to tuck her hair back behind her ear, when he smears mud—a streak of iron-red—on her cheek with a splayed palm. He retreats quickly.] You gonna try and make me?