Shall we get out of this pool, or continue mimicking fish, girasol? Alas, I’m not very good at breathing underwater. Shameful, I know.
Dante felt lighter in these moments of teasing,like life didn’t always have to be so serious, so intense. Like laughter and smiles were allowed… even encouraged.
Raising a scarred brow, he leaned in and booped his nose against her cheek.
¿Yo? ¿En serio? ¿A qué te refieres, Manzanita?There was a teasing glint in his eyes as he switched languages.
But then she shifted, her tone turning more serious, even if the grin lingered.
The playfulness softened. His ears flicked toward her, attentive now.
I’m listening.


