[ He is weak to praise sometimes, from the right people. He's also weak to the near-comforting touch on his back, head turned like he's going to look over his shoulder before he changes his mind, eyes on her instead. Teddie would probably be teasing him right now, his way of encouraging Dom to flirt with other people. ]
[squinting at him. resisting the urge to - no, she can't, she has to reach up and squeeze his cheeks between her thumb and forefinger like a toy. let her see those teeth!
they're normal. but when she releases his soft skin she keeps her hands there on his face to feel his warmth. a bit hypnotizing, staring into his nice brown eyes.]
[ He's about to issue a hey and try to lean away, but Coyo is done pinching and inspecting by the time he gathers that thought, left staring back at her as it slips from his mind. (Did he just gulp?) ]
The…? [ Yes, Dom, the telekinesis. ] Yeah? If I focus. And the … cubes aren't too big, or whatever.
[ He can pretend that moment never happened — namely the shiver felt under her fingers — thoughts skipping right over to her demand instead. Dom frowns, clears his throat and looks around the room, palms on his thighs. Where would he get a bunch of cubes...? ]
My moms have a bunch of dice somewhere, I think.
[ And there's another piece of magic he can (try to) use to find them sooner rather than later, acting like he's on a confusing side-quest for the next couple of minutes, sneaking around his own house while Coyo is left in his room unattended. This is him hoping she won't steal and jump out the window (what is there to steal?), or worse — sneak around, too, and get caught by two Overly Protective witches. He'll be back with the best he could do: an unimpressive four dice of the same color. The door is very softly closed behind him. ]
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You're talking about telekinesis, right?
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they're normal. but when she releases his soft skin she keeps her hands there on his face to feel his warmth. a bit hypnotizing, staring into his nice brown eyes.]
Is that something you can muster?
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The…? [ Yes, Dom, the telekinesis. ] Yeah? If I focus. And the … cubes aren't too big, or whatever.
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oops. hands to herself policy here, back in her lap.]
Go fetch them, then we can have a proper slumber party.
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My moms have a bunch of dice somewhere, I think.
[ And there's another piece of magic he can (try to) use to find them sooner rather than later, acting like he's on a confusing side-quest for the next couple of minutes, sneaking around his own house while Coyo is left in his room unattended. This is him hoping she won't steal and jump out the window (what is there to steal?), or worse — sneak around, too, and get caught by two Overly Protective witches. He'll be back with the best he could do: an unimpressive four dice of the same color. The door is very softly closed behind him. ]