( a shake of her head, just slightly, and kimberly can't help but roll her eyes. it's an affectionate, friendly gesture, one that's mirrored by the slide of her hand down towards his, until it slips around his own and squeezes just enough to be felt. ) That was never going to happen. ( it's tempting to linger a little longer, to relish in the warmth of his hand in hers, but she's also pretty hungry and every second that they stand in this kitchen is another second in which she's not eating.
so, without any further ado, she pulls her hand free with one last squeeze and moves away, darting out of the kitchen and towards the stairs. as she climbs up, she hollers over the balcony, ) You and me, then, and a giant stack of pancakes — ten minutes.
( and then she's slipping behind the door of robbie's room, latching it shut behind her in order to shower and change. ten minutes might be cutting it close, but she'll do her best. )
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so, without any further ado, she pulls her hand free with one last squeeze and moves away, darting out of the kitchen and towards the stairs. as she climbs up, she hollers over the balcony, ) You and me, then, and a giant stack of pancakes — ten minutes.
( and then she's slipping behind the door of robbie's room, latching it shut behind her in order to shower and change. ten minutes might be cutting it close, but she'll do her best. )