tallyyoungblood

Gideon wants to laugh, or make some quip--you just noticed?--but something about the way Tally says it, low-voiced and sweet with her soft arms around Gideon's neck, makes her face all hot and all her verbal cues scrambled. She has to concentrate on not tripping over anything as she crosses the room to drop Tally gently to the bed. When she pulls back to look down at her she realizes there's a line of greasepaint smudged along one of Tally's cheeks, and she makes a face. "Gonna, uh, wash this off," she says, gesturing to her face, and backs out to duck into the nearest bathroom.