[PRP] Doesn't Really Matter (Hattie + Dylon)

[Enoh Love]

"Nah, you don't have to." She closed the door behind her, and skipped to catch up and walk beside him. "You laughing is good enough."
 

[Bittiface]

"Nice try." He grinned. "I'm going to bombard you with nice things until you can't take it anymore. I'll start off with sewing you pretty hair bows. Then sundresses. Then maybe..."

Enoh Love

 

[Enoh Love]

"What? Noooo!" Harley whined, but it was really half assed; she loved hair bows and sundresses. Those were the best! Plus they'd be made by Dylon and that was always awesome but- "If you really wanna thank me, I want you to gimme a kiss." She insisted with a grin, tilting her head and tapping her cheek.
 

[Bittiface]

"Just a kiss?" He said with a grin. But he leaned in anyway, the girl who was the same height as himself, and planted a long, noisy kiss to her cheek.

"MMmmmmmmmwah!"

Enoh Love

 

[Enoh Love]

"Mmm-hmm~" Harley hummed her confirmation with a small nod, her head still tilted expectantly. She waited for him to oblige, and when he did, she was not disappointed. Long and loud, just as she expected.

"There, we're even!" She insisted, her grin will plastered on her face.
 

[Bittiface]

"Okay fine." He'd still make her a bow and a sundress. Just not twenty of them.

Yet.

"So here's what I'm thinking." He gleamed as he walked towards the laundry room. "Video game day, marathon a whole game from beginning to end. Thoughts?"

Enoh Love

 

[Enoh Love]

"Dangerous." Hattie mumbled under her breath, but she did give him her undivided attention in the end. "Whoa, dude, that sounds like a GREAT plan! I love it. We should do it. What game were you thinking? Who are you going to invite?"
 

[Bittiface]

"I'm not sure yet! I don't have any games because runic-ing them is pricy. But I'm sure one of the nerdy full hunters has them. Maybe a horror game?"

He hummed thoughtfully, adjusting his hold on the laundry. "You, maybe Horace? Who else..."

Enoh Love

 

[Enoh Love]

"Smutbot's off-island I think, and will be for a while." Hattie lamented with a heavy sigh. "Or he said he was going to be, anyway." She recalled the text, but also recalled that she hadn't actually asked when he would be leaving…oops. "As for the console and s**t…I know a super hot pirate dude that has one! Maybe he'll let us borrow it?"
 

[Bittiface]

"Aw boo. We'll get him later." He said with a sigh.

"A pirate, eh?" He hummed in thought. "Sounds like an adventure~. Get the door for me, Captain PrettyPants!"

Enoh Love

 

[Enoh Love]

"Yeah! He won't escape us!" She waggled her fingers threateningly in the air. "And yes, a pirate. Actually, he's like Adventure Time meets Pirates of the Caribbean. Super hot, super smirky, and he knows how good looking he is." Okay so the physical aspect was listed twice but…come on…he was hot. Thrice.

"Done and done, General Sizzler~" Another cackle, and she grabbed the door to the laundry room.

She also lightly smacked his rear when he passed her, because she could.
 

[Bittiface]

"He sounds like a treat." He laughed, whipping his head back to grin at her when she smacked his butt. Dylon set his laundry basket on the table, and looked over the washing machines. Suddenly, it all seemed like.. work. A lot of work...

He sucked in a breath and smacked his face.

He could do this. The simple act of laundry. "So on a scale of one to ten, how fantastic is my butt?" He said with a grin, opening up a washing machine and tossing in his clothes.

Enoh Love