[ The pouting act has lost a little of its bite after such prolonged exposure, but Chris still plays along regardless, clicking his tongue and affecting a contrite frown that still doesn't quite hide the mirthful glitter of his eyes. ]
Aw, don't be like that, sweetheart.
[ Pushing out his chair slightly to make space between him and the table, he splays his legs a little and opens his arm, inviting. ]
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Aw, don't be like that, sweetheart.
[ Pushing out his chair slightly to make space between him and the table, he splays his legs a little and opens his arm, inviting. ]
Come here.