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It had been a while since she visited Mac and laid down her conditions for getting back together, and not a day had gone by without her at least thinking about it. She wasn't obsessed over it, of course, but it was something that made her slightly anxious whenever she was alone in her room; while with her friends though, all was well, since... They proved to be a really good distraction from her own thoughts.

Still, she hadn't really heard from her, nor did she make the effort to contact him in order to give him some breathing space. Besides, she didn't want him to know how much she wanted him back; he was supposed to woo her! Show everyone who knew about the break-up that he was sincere about getting back together! Hopefully the term 'what doesn't kill you would only make you stronger' was applicable for relationships...

Mac had done what she asked. He'd gone to Amphi and straightened everything out, not wanting to lead her on any further. After that he had taken some time to try and figure out how to woo the ghoul; how did he do it the first time? Hrm. Probably shouldn't go the same route but...HOW did you woo someone you dated already?

Clearly he didn't make a habit of dating an ex.

When he felt he was ready he showed up at her door, dressed in an outfit similar to prom...okay, it was his prom outfit, but with a different coloured undershirt. He didn't have very many nice clothes...being a guide made keeping things clean very difficult. Plus, he didn't like monkey suits. His hair was half slicked back like Prom, but unlike Prom he had flowers, pretty wilted things he'd picked up just for her.

He knocked, and waited.

Maybe he should have made sure she was home first...

The first time was bad, yes, Mac. Glad you realized that.

When she opened the door, she first looked extremely delighted to see him and the flowers, before looking baffled and then slightly alarmed, "Are we going somewhere? Ahhhh, I didn't know that!" While she had never viewed Mac as a sloppy dresser, he was wearing something that was extremely different, so they must be going out? He couldn't have put that on just for her... Right?

Ten points! o/

Her alarmed response brought a grin to his lips, offering the bouquet to her. "For you, Madame~" He hummed, waiting for the flowers to change hands before his went into his pockets, giving a shrug. "To...be honest? I thought I'd wing it from here. If you want to go out, we'll go out...if not, we won't." So yes, Lizzy, he put this on just for her, if she wanted it that way! "I know some nice places for dinner, orrrr..." His hand moved from his pocket to disappear into his coat, pulling out a couple single packaged discs. "I brought movies, if you want to stay in." He held them out to show her the decal on the discs that gave away their titles; all of them were Romance comedies. Chick flicks. The boil did his research clearly, and brought the best ones...you know, according to the internet.

"So whatever you'd prefer to do, my lady."

She stared at him even after taking the flowers, taking a moment to absorb everything that he was saying.

"Where is Mac and what have you done to him?" She asked before gently poking his cheek with a finger and giggling, tiptoeing to kiss him where she had poked, "Thank you! I love them... They're lovely." Now to find a way to keep them forever. She blushed and then giggled again at his choice of words before humming, looking thoughtful, "Hm... We've never watched a movie in the cinema before! This could be our chance to do so! Ohh, come in! Uh, you can... Wait on my bed." That seemed to be the most convenient.

And this is a mini time skip because what Lizzy does when she's showering is irrelevant to your interests. Instead, in about 45 minutes, she appeared from the bathroom, hair magically dried with what could possibly be a magical hair dryer and tied into a thick braid. As if to match Mac, she had on a plain white cocktail dress, cut at the knees, with a black ribbon around her waist. Walking over to the door, she paused, smiling at Mac, "Shall we?"

"I'll let you know when I'm done with him." The-Probably-Mac informed her with a chuckle and a grin, accepting the abuse and affection. "Sounds good to me!" ...Wait on her bed, really? Brow raising in bafflement, he did as he was told and took a seat, leaning his elbows on his knees and twiddling his thumbs while he waited for her. The sound of the shower brought back pleasant memories, but after a while he was getting impatient; holy crap, ghouls took a long time!

When the door opened he stood, briefly wondering why she had a cocktail dress that matched his outfit in her bathroom but otherwise not questioning it out loud; probably because she looked /stunning/. Completely stunning. All he could do at first was stare, and it wasn't until she spoke did he snap out of his reverie and get to his feet.

"Err--yeah. Uhh...Aren't we a little overdressed for the theatre?" He pointed out with a smile, stepping closer to stand beside her, one hand crossing her back to rest on her opposite hip and the other moving to rest gently under her hand. "I think we might have to go dancing, too."

It's magic. Magic as mysterious as your mysterious height gain, Mac.

"Overdressed? Really?" She looked down at what she was wearing before frowning; right, nobody would wear something like this to watch a movie... She just looked dressed for a formal event, "Well... I was trying to match you! Anything else would make me look under-dressed next to you!" She blushed when he took her hand - she really was treating this as their first not-a-date - before smiling up at him, raising an eye brow, "Are you supposed to be this touchy-feely with a ghoul when you're not her boilfriend yet?"

She tease, she tease... Or was she? Either way, she gently removed his hand from hers, and then from her hip, before taking his arm instead, "Dancing? Where?" Dancing brought back memories of their first kiss - her first kiss - and memories of prom... It didn't feel like those things happened very long ago.

"I thought you'd take the dinner, not the movie?" Mac offered, though not very helpfully. The boil shrugged then, letting her move his hands without much more than a slight sigh. Touching her had already become natural, it was almost sad that she moved them, and worded her argument like /that/.

"With you, I guess not." He shrugged, grinning down at her. "Though you realize, you hugging my arm like that is a /little/ more intimate than what I was doing, right?" After all, her boob? Totally against his arm. So there, Lizzy! After a bit of a chuckle he winked at her, leaning a bit to open the door and offering her the first exit from the room. "Don't worry about the where, little Lady. I'll take care of that~" He hummed, closing the door behind them and leading her out of the Demon Dorms.

"How about... Dinner first, and then movie? It would be late by then, but it's not like there are classes tomorrow," She giggled before looking mildly horrified, staring at the arm she was clinging to before looking up at Mac, catching his wink and looking even more horrified that before; what was she doing wrong? Quickly, she withdrew her arm, blushing again as she crossed her arms across her chest, "How is that more intimate? You've never commented on it before!" She had done that since they were just friends!

... She had done that since they were just friends.

"So... Dinner," It was obvious that she was suffering from Mac-arm-warmth withdrawal as she cast subtle looks at his arm from time to time as they walked, "Where to? You said you had a few places in mind...?"

"Sounds good to me!" Mac chuckled, leading her along as promised. "Hey, I had a pretty girl clinging to me, and it's been well established my morals are a jackin' lot lower than yours." Black eyes watched her obvious distress, and after a moment of himhawing, held his arm out to her again. "I won't tell if you won't." He teased with a wink, still leading her away from the school itself.

"Yeah, but the place I have in mind...I can't make it a habit of going, but sometimes, on special occassions, it's okay." They were headed downtown, past the maul and other landmarks to some of the more fancy buildings. He did not, however, tell her where they were going yet.

"Ohhh! 7, 7! That's easy to remember!" She was almost glad for that, since there would be less chance of her forgetting, "Do reapers normally celebrate both birthdays? Or just one? Do you celebrate both?" She liked this. She liked knowing more about Mac. In fact, she was liking it so much that she was leaning over the table, unaware of the waiter's presence until he started to speak.

"Oh, right," She sat back in her chair, smiling up at the waiter, "I'll have a lunch special please!" After stating her order, she looked at Mac; something about the way she was looking at him told him that she did not forget about her precious question.

"Times Two." Mac said when the Vampire's attention turned to him. With a flouncing little bow the Undead creature scampered off, leaving behind the previously ordered drinks.

"I do, sometimes...rather, my Aunt does. Birthdate always, Summon date...I usually get something small from them, or we go out for dinner or something." Another half hearted shrug and he leaned forward, resting his arms against the table and toying with the straw to his mudshake. "Favourite Colour?" It could have been a stupid question, but some girls wore colours that complimented them, right? That wouldn't mean it was a favourite...right?

"I will celebrate both of them with you from now onward," She nodded before looking sheepish, "Um. It just occurred to me, but... Sorry I had never asked about your birthdays before..." It just wasn't a question she had thought to ask outright, and she never found an opportunity to ask.

"I don't really have one," She admitted, "I mean... You would think it's pink or black or red, but I like all colors! I just prefer to wear certain colors, I suppose... And they almost always end up being one of those three colors! What about you?" She paused, trying to think of a question to contribute, "What is your favorite... Place? To relax, I mean."

"You don't have to!" Mac laughed, shaking his head. He was usually all for presents and things that were just for him, but on the same token he was supposed to be wooing her, which apparently means setting himself aside. Luckily for Lizzy, she knew how he was outside of this.

"Ahh, I see. Uhh...green, brown or pink?" His nose wrinkled and he shrugged, not really sure if he had a favourite; but he wore a lot of greens and browns, and pink seemed to be a big colour in his life, so there was that...but otherwise? Nada. Her question made him pause, leaning his lower face against steepled fingers.

"My /favourite/ place? Out on the water, especially if it's a foggy day out. If you go out far enough there's nothing there, just the lap of the water and the occasional bird or fish." He blew a short puff of air against his steepled fingers. "But I settle for my room, under the pup pile." As much as they annoyed him, he liked that. "What do you want to be when you grow up?"

"I don't have to but I want to!" She giggled, reaching out to gently poke him on the tip of his nose since he was within her reach, her expression softening as she smiled, "I want to celebrate all those days with you." Who's wooing who now? In fact, as Mac answered her, Lizzy was subconsciously wondering if she had anything green she could wear next time. Or brown. She was stuck with pink, so she didn't have to worry about that.

"Out on the water... Somehow I expected that! You're a pretty good swimmer," At least, he seemed pretty good at it from the few occasions she had seen him swimming; she had to stop herself from commenting that Amphi was probably an excellent swimmer, since she's a mermaid. Instead, she giggled before deadpanning, "I can float. And not flail." It was an improvement! He would know.

"A streamstress, like mother!" She replied almost immediately before tilting her head, "You? I think you mentioned it before in passing, but..." She seemed to have forgotten.

"Fair enough?" He couldn't really stop her if she wanted to, but at least she was aware that she didn't need to. In complete honesty, Lizzy wearing his favourite colours was far from his mind, on /or/ off. The soft expression was met with a fond one of his own, reaching up to gently swat her hand away.

"For a good reason, I assure you." It would be silly for a future ferryman to not be able to swim, or to hate the water! Silly silly. He grinned at her deadpan, lifting his hands to golf clap for her in a mocking way. "Congrats, you'll make an excellent log." He drawled with a chuckle, leaning back in his seat again. There was not a single ounce of surprise in him in regards to her future, and when the question was turned back on him, he grinned.

"I want to be a Ferryman." Oh how his birth parents hated that, which made it all the more appealing. "You always talk about your Mum, but what about your Dad? What does he do?"

"Mmm, a Ferryman," She echoed, looking thoughtful, "There's something kind of..." She trailed off, closing her eyes as she imagined Mac on a boat on a foggy day out; romantic? Cool? Sexy? Yup, all of the above; instead of finishing her sentence, she just giggled to herself and blushed, before Mac's question made her go silent.

"Ah... I guess it's because my father passed away when I was young," She eventually replied, looking sheepish, "I don't remember a lot of things about him, but mother said that he was a good man? Something about working with the Bogeyman and... Never making it back one that one time..." She went silent for a bit before grabbing her drink and taking a sip, "Well! Um, what does your... Aunt and uncle do? They sound like really lovely people."

"Kind of /what/?" Mac's brow lifted as she trailed off, taking the bait and leaning forward with his elbows on the table to peer at her, grinning wickedly. "Well?" Oh that blush was pretty, he missed that about her.

"Ah, I'm sorry." His wicked grin faltered for a moment in the awkward moment that came with the subject matter. "I'm sure he was a great man." He added slowly, rubbing the back of his neck for a moment. His hand slipped back down, used as a leaning post for his chin. "My Aunt works for an electronics company and my Uncle is a carpenter and fancies himself a shipwright." The Reaper chuckled, shaking his head. "They're the shame of the Airaldi family, I love them to pieces." He rubbed under his eye with his finger tips, looking thoughtful.

"Favourite foods?"

Ohhh. Ohhh. That grin of his only made her go redder as she looked away, although she still didn't say what she had been thinking; it should be pretty easy to guess what had been on her mind anyway.

She shook her head when he apologized; it's not as if she could really remember her father enough to really feel the loss. Of course, there had been times where she wished her father was still around, even if it was for the sake of her mother. Pausing at his description of the family he grew up with, she couldn't resist giggling, "Aww... Well, they did raise someone like you!" She teased, wagging a finger in his direction, "I would like to meet them one day though..." She looked wistful for a moment before frowning, "Uh, they're not... Adverse to demons, are they?"

That would be a problem. A big problem.

"Um," She took a long, slow sip of her drink before looking sheepish, "I don't really have one...? We don't really need to eat or drink, after all, and mother hardly had the time to cook. I know your favorite drink though! Octopus juice," She cleared her throat and tried to look like she was stating a fact as she continued, "Like, the non-stain kind... Man." She actually couldn't remember if he said man, only that he said it often enough to make an impression on her - mostly because he left quite an impression on her as the 'grumpy reaper with an adorable bird who made me cry' after their initial meeting.

"What about you?"

It was Mac's turn to flush, a little embarrassed at the question. Adverse to Demons, err yes...that. "They're...you know, I don't really know? They never really brought Demons to visit, but they liked Charlie?" He scratched the side of his nose, looking away for a moment or two. "I'm sure you'll be fine." Because Charlie was totally like Lizzy. Totally.

"Ah." Then, suddenly, he had the feeling that he'd asked her this question before. "...Well well well lookit this!" He laughed out at her attempt as using 'man' in a sentence. "You're becoming a bad little Lady, using slang like that." He teased, leaning forward again to grin at her. "My favourite food...well, I can't lie to you." With a dramatic flourish he leaned back in his seat. "I like Mac and Cheese." He admitted with a sigh, shrugging.

"Psychopomp," She echoed with a soft giggle, her cheeks turning red when he went ahead and took the offered food; she had always wanted to do that! Mainly because it had always struck her as kind of cute and romantic, but oddly enough, she had to do it with Mac while they were not official. She hoped this wasn't going to be some sort of a curse... She liked doing these things when she's in a relationship! Not when she's out of one and on a date with her ex... Although the fact that it was Mac made her happy, and she couldn't hide that, not behind the pleased grin on her face.

She stuck out her tongue at him - very briefly, since she remembered where they were - upon hearing his comment, knowing that he was only teasing; they did kiss, after all, so he probably had a lot of Lizzy germs in him! Using the fork, she took another pillbug, this time for herself. After swallowing it, she made a face, "Ewww, Mac cooties~" Giggling, she grinned, "Want more?"

"What's so funny, mm?" He gave the ghoul a look, and proceeded to watch her try again at her own food, unable to bite back laughter. "Mature, Lizzy. Very mature." But, just to prove he was too, he stuck his tongue out at her as well. There, take that! The question had him grinning, though.

"More of what? Your cooties, or the food?" He just couldn't resist.

"It's fun to say - psychopomp," She giggled again, "It should be every scareling's first word." Or just all her scarelings.

"W-what?" She blinked, her blush deepening as she processed the question, her mind going straight to kissing, "Macccc!" Pouting, she left her utensils on the plate before clearing her throat, although that didn't stop her voice from wavering slightly, "W-well, since you asked, which would you prefer?"

"A little long for a first word." He mused, though he had to agree - he did love saying Psychopomp. The way she blushed, jack he loved that! As she whined at him he leaned his chin on his hand, elbow so rudely on the table. Poor ghoul, her buttons were so easy to press...at least, he thought they were easy to press.

"I'm not answering that question." He informed her point-blank. "At least until I know what your answer would be, or where you want this to go." He shrugged, but...his answer was probably pretty obvious.

"I'm sure they'll manage," She answer almost immediately before pausing, "Uh, and by that I mean scarelings in general." She wasn't daydreaming about her future scarelings or anything like that.

"My answer?" She asked, frowning as she looked away, "Well... You showed up today with flowers and brought me here, even though it's... Not exactly affordable. You called it a special occasion. You actually asked me questions regarding my interests..." She trailed off before turning her attention back to Mac, reaching out to gently pinch her nose, "But you still need to pop the question! Although... You know my answer, don't you?" Yes, she was determined to see this through.

"...They?" He didn't miss that, but...then again, Lizzy had a weird way with words. Always weird. He stayed with his chin in his palm as she spoke and did nothing more than wrinkle up his face at the nose pinch, but she had his complete attention.

She had a point, he'd gone more out of his way to get to know her this time; it wasn't an accidental or sudden relationship like last time. Moving fast, but that was due to their history. He couldn't promise that he'd always be this way, but he could promise to be himself; he just assumed she would understand and know that already.

"Want me to get down on my knee, too?" He chuckled, again unable to resist the quip. "Not here, though." As much as he wanted to, he didn't want to do it here. As it always happened, the Waiter showed up at rather inopportune, opportune moments.

"Would you like that to go, Madam?" The stuffy Vampire asked, long cold hands pressed together. He was waiting for her answer before touching anything on the table, even though Mac's plate was all but empty.

"Oh, that would be great, actually," She teased, although she was sure she would melt from being touched and then immediately die of embarrassment if he really did something like that, "And it would be the most memorable thing ever." She paused and then nodded; not here... Well, she was fine with not here, as long as Mac was there with her!

The waiter would get a smile and a nod from her; it didn't seem like she would be able to finish, even if it was a shame... But it was a pretty big serving!

"Where to next?" She asked the boil seated across the table from her, "Any ideas?"

"Geez, you're going to make proposing difficult." He teased right back; if she wanted him down on his knee to ask her out, jack forbid what she would expect if he ever asked her to marry him. N-not that he was thinking about it! Oh jack no, that was way, way too early for that train of thought!

"Very good, Miss." The Vampire cleared the table and left, going to bag the rest of her food for her.

"I have plenty of ideas, Miss." Mac informed her, but otherwise left the question unanswered. The waiter returned soon enough, the rest of Lizzy's food in a very decorative container and a bill folder, which Mac scooped up pretty quickly.

He had been expecting that amount, and as high as it was he didn't let on, instead easily fishing out some cards from his jacket, tucking them inside and moving to get up. "Ready to go, then?" He asked, moving to her side of the table and offering his hand out to her.

"I'm sure you'll come up with some amazing way to propose, because you're Mac," She smiled, allowing him to get the bill, even if she did somewhat awkwardly look away, not sure what she was supposed to do as the payment was being made. When he came over, she relaxed a bit, taking his hand before grabbing the food container, "Well, if we ever get to that point anyway..." She wasn't thinking about that either, seeing how she couldn't even call him her boilfriend at this point in time, much less dreaming of anything more.

"Well, mister, where are we going now?" She laid her head against his shoulder, "Or are you going to continue to be mysterious for the rest of the day?"

"Who knows." His fingers closed around hers, leading her from the table and outside, where the pumpkin sun was already setting. It wasn't until they were both outside when he paused, moving to the side just to avoid traffic to and from the restaurant.

"I suppose I do need your help with something first." He admitted, rubbing his chin with his free hand. "Movie now, or later?"

"Wha-" Before she could say anything more, she was pulled aside, hearing something trotting past them and someone yelling something that sounded like cursing. She stared after the carriage, her heart pounding in her chest, before staring at Mac, and then back at the carriage, which was almost out of sight now. Her attention then once again went back to the boil in front of her.

"EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee-" Came the belated screaming before she inhaled deeply to calm herself down, "MAC. You are crazy." She managed to squeak out before frowning at his comment, amazed that he still had the mood to joke - considering how they were almost ran over by a speeding carriage. However, after a moment of glaring and not blinking, she deadpanned, placing her hands on her hips, "Sorry, but summoning carriages is now my fear. I'm sorry I didn't tell you, but yeah."

Mac was laughing as she scolded him and as she freaked out about the Carriage that almost - but certainly did NOT - hit them.

"So I guess laying on the road is out of the question?" He chuckled, looking both ways before pulling her back onto the road, holding her and resuming dancing like nothing had ever happened. In fact, the carriage didn't happen so much that he looked at her in surprise. "Well, don't summon any here okay, we're dancing in the street, don't wanna get hit or anything." He chuckled. "But that's a really neat FEAR how did you get that one?"

"No. Completely out of the question!" She shook her head and frowned just as Mac decided to pull them back onto the road where they almost became Fear particles via carriage. She didn't resist, although she did look really wary, looking around just to make sure that there were no more incoming traffic as she tried her best to follow Mac's dance steps, "No promises. You know how unpredictable Fear can be... Maybe more than just one carriage will be summoned next time."

She paused, trying not to giggle or smile as she continued, "Oh, you know... Long story short, there was this good-looking but crazy boil who decided that dancing in the middle of the road was a good idea, so my new fear must had developed then."

"Why not? Where's your sense of fun?" He teased, dancing happily with her in the musicless street. It was obvious that she was weary of the whole thing so he made a point of dancing ridiculously animated, just to make her laugh instead of worry. "No promises? Well, I'll try to save you anyway, just in case." He chuckled, and then just looked amused when she went on to her story.

"You have odd taste in boils." Rolling his eyes, he looked down the street, up the street, and then down at the pretty ghoul dancing with him. "So I think, before your FEAR kills us both and that crazy good-looking boil comes back, I have a question for you." While he didn't didn't stop dancing with her, he did slow down a little bit and didn't hold her as close. Sure he probably should have stopped, but...he didn't want to.

"Will you go out with me? ...Again?"

"My sense of fun only reveals itself when an activity doesn't involve crazy things," She informed him, although his antics did cause her to giggle as she tried hard to cover up by randomly clearing her throat, "Like dancing in the middle of a road, for example." Yes, she wasn't going to give that up, especially since she had the right to say 'I told you so'.

"I do, but he's the best thing ever," She grinned, "You have to meet him." She almost stopped dancing at his question, her heart skipping a bit as she looked down, staring at the buttons on his undershirt before looking up; her face was red, and her lips were twitching upwards, but she was desperately trying not to physically explode from the joy yet, "Oh? But we're already going out? You know... We're on a day out...?"

"Mmmm I don't know, what's more fun than dancing in the middle of the road?" He said innocently, swaying a little bit thoughtfully. "Nah, I don't want to meet him, I'd get jealous." He chuckled low and brief, looking down at her and the way her face was red, the way she was trying so hard to not smile. Heh.

"You know what I mean." The farce was over, there was no more dancing; just a Reaper and a Demon, standing close in the middle of the street. "Date me, Lizzy. Be my ghoulfriend." Another small pause. "Again."

"Yes!" She was no longer concerned about where they were standing. She was no longer worried that a carriage might come along and run her over at any time - because she had been waiting and waiting to hear that from him, and even if she exploded into Fear particles right now, this would still be the best day ever... And Mac wooed her! Everything was fast-forwarded, but he put effort into it!

Throwing her arms around his neck, she pulled herself up and him down in order to meet his lips, "I would-" A kiss, "Love to." Another kiss, "Just don't ever-" Another kiss, "Make decisions for me-" Another kiss, "Again." She then leaned away just enough to look at his face, her eyes slightly moist; she missed being able to do that so much... She missed him so much.

"Hey Mac, hey," She said softly, pulling her forehead against his, staring into his eyes, gently brushing her thumb against the back of his neck, "I love you."

"I mean, if you'd rather---" Wait. Wait. Wait! She said yes? SHE SAID YES Oh jack why did that make him so happy? He felt like a man who just proposed marriage not dating, but either way it was an awesome feeling! Her answer made him all smiles, and when her arms went around his neck his own slipped around her slight waist, only happily leaning down as she demanded.

Even happier were the kisses he returned to her. One after another in between a second agreement and a little threat - no, ultimatum - and he grinned against her lips, stiffling chuckles. "I promise." He swore, this time being the one to plant the kiss.

"Mm?" He hummed, loosening his grip just enough to lean back and gaze down at her; the ghoul he adored, his once more. He didn't think it was possible to smile more than he was, but he somehow managed; these three little words he had heard from her before, but the difference between then and know?

"I----" Mac's voice was drowned out by the blaying of a carriage driver, and the words he wanted to say were lost in a strained yelp and a rather rough relocating, practically picking the ghoul up to get her to safety. She was put back on her feet on the sidewalk, and the smile had turned into a cheeky grin. "I thought I told you not to use your fear." He tsked, planting a small kiss to her nose. "Stop trying to kill us." He sighed but straightened, arms slipping around her more comfortably.

"I love you too." Now he could say this, and now he meant it. He leaned down to kiss her again, holding her softly against him.

Mac's smiling was making her smile even harder, and all that constant smiling was making her face hurt, but she didn't care; her face could be sore but she would still be unable to stop smiling.

She squeaked when she was lifted off her feet suddenly, but quickly burst into laughter as she was moved to the sidewalk, clinging tightly to Mac and trusting him to keep her safe. When Mac put her down again and kissed her on the nose, her laughter gave way to giggles, her arms automatically wrapping around him, enjoying the warmth he was providing, "Awwww, but I'm so happy that I lost control!" She tried to pout, but the smile wouldn't go away.

In fact, when she heard his reply, her eyes widened before quickly closing, eagerly returning the kiss, her arms tightening around him; while she had said it to him before on various occasions, she had never heard him say it back to her before - this was the first time... Which made it all the more special.

"Do you want to sleepover at my place after the movie?" She broke the kiss briefly to ask, sounding hopeful, missing how it was like to cuddle all night and wake up warm the next morning.

"You sure you want a sleepover?" Mac teased with a chuckle, holding the ghoul close and swaying this way and that, halfassed resuming the dance, only this time on the sidewalk. "Either way, I would love to sleep over...whenever you feel we're done dancing. And that movie." Oh there was more he wanted to do and suggest doing, but...he'd just won her back, he needed to play nice for now.