Anyone else think it's weird that as 4 feet nine inches tall herself Alicia still calls Kattar (at 5'9) a little creep?
Kat is lying propped up against the couch pillows playing on his Gameboy in a state of absolute zombification when I open the front door.
It takes a second for his eyes to unglue themselves from the screen, his gaze seeming to move through water as he glances up at me. Then his eyebrows knit together, his expression a canvas of mingled horror and disgust in mild shades of disbelief.
“Nu-uh…”
I can’t help but start laughing.
“Is that a plaid tee-shirt dress? Where do you even find this stuff? Why did you change out of the black dress?”
“Just wanted to,” I say teasingly, pushing my hair back. “Why? Why are you so stuck on the black one anyway?”
He manages to keep his expression impassive and disinterested, as he says flatly, “When you only have two tolerable dresses in your entire wardrobe, I think it’s only natural for me to try to mitigate the suffering you inflict on my eyes.”
Hmm.
Not even the faintest vestige of embarrassment, color, or discomfiture shows on his face, and for some strange reason that bugs me - like an insistent light drizzle drumming on my psyche at 100 bpm.
What is with you, you little creep?