[It was one thing when he was tickling her side, it's another another when he begins to tickle her bare skin. His cheeks turn a little red and he's partially distracted, so it makes it a lot easier for her to fight back.
He's still laughing and then he almost...almoooost lets out a squeak of his own but manages to squash it, when she tickles his stomach. At this point the two look pretty ridiculous and he's laughing so much that he's not really paying attention to what he's doing.
He ends up losing his balance and off the couch they go!]
[Fortunately, the distance wasn't too far for them to fall. Unfortunately, Zatanna was too out of breath to properly shield herself regardless, and her shoulder hit the ground in a most unflattering way. Not enough to cause any serious damage, but enough to make her groan for a moment.]
[She rolled to her side, feet still partially propped up on the seat she had fallen from. From the sound--and feel--of things, Robin was directly behind her in a similar position, one hand still wrapped around her waist.]
[They were one big tangled mess at the moment. Robin was feeling a little dizzy after smacking into the ground. Shifts about so he can undrape his body from her.
Rolls off of the couch and hops up onto his feet. He dusts himself off and then he offers her his hand to help her up onto her feet.]
[Reaches up for the cookies when they arrive. Helps himself to one right away and then holds the package of cookies up to her. He'd say something but he has a mouth full of cookies.]
[She's already got the milk out, set on the counter and reaching for a glass with her free hand by the time he's figured out where the cookies are. Pulling away from him to accept and twist her chosen cookie, she dips the side with more cream on it before taking a bite]
No, more like you might get upset if I yell at you to do something. I mean I don't think it will but you know we're technically fraternizing. [Snickersnicker.]
This is what I want to. It's a weird feeling. After everything that's happened part of me is saying to continue to take things slow, but the other part of me is like you. It knows what it wants.
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He's still laughing and then he almost...almoooost lets out a squeak of his own but manages to squash it, when she tickles his stomach. At this point the two look pretty ridiculous and he's laughing so much that he's not really paying attention to what he's doing.
He ends up losing his balance and off the couch they go!]
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[She rolled to her side, feet still partially propped up on the seat she had fallen from. From the sound--and feel--of things, Robin was directly behind her in a similar position, one hand still wrapped around her waist.]
Well...that was...graceful....
[She manages in between gasps of air]
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[They were one big tangled mess at the moment. Robin was feeling a little dizzy after smacking into the ground. Shifts about so he can undrape his body from her.
Rolls off of the couch and hops up onto his feet. He dusts himself off and then he offers her his hand to help her up onto her feet.]
Let's get ourselves some cookies.
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Nice one-track mind there, Robin.
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[Keeps her hand in his.]
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Duh. They are milk's favorite cookie.
C'mon, then.
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Even in space, with all of the other cookies milk can choose from, milk still chooses Oreo. That is devotion.
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I feel like we were suppose to be watching a movie or something...
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This seems to keep happening to us.
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I feel like this is going to become our thing now, rather than actually watching movies.
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[Reaches for another cookie as well, purposely(?) brushing their arms in the process]
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Do you think the two of us are going to be a thing?
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I dunno. You think the ship could handle something like that happening?
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Besides...easy is boring, anyway. But this?
[She lightly pokes him in the nose]
This is what I want.
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This is what I want to. It's a weird feeling. After everything that's happened part of me is saying to continue to take things slow, but the other part of me is like you. It knows what it wants.
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