[Yamada is always the very definition of "Extra," and so MJ shouldn't be surprised by any aspect of the way he answers the door. But it's still a lot to take in, each additional detail more delightful than the last.
But she's never one to express delight; at most, she's smirking as she gently rolls her eyes, stepping inside and casually offering a kiss to his cheek as though he doesn't look like he's just committed a murder or several.]
Pretty sure that's cheating.
[She says this as she taps at the counter on his chest, and if her hands linger over his chest just a touch longer than absolutely necessary... well, that's his own fault.]
[ He likes her subdued reactions. Every joker needs a straight man- he's usually pretty dry himself, but MJ draws out his more ridiculous side. It has done wonders for his comfort with his strangeness. His smile is small, proud and knowing at his earned cheek kiss. ]
No one has written rules for half my ideas.
[ The counter ticks up from MJ's touch, as his breath hitches a touch. Even the small things still get a reaction. ]
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But she's never one to express delight; at most, she's smirking as she gently rolls her eyes, stepping inside and casually offering a kiss to his cheek as though he doesn't look like he's just committed a murder or several.]
Pretty sure that's cheating.
[She says this as she taps at the counter on his chest, and if her hands linger over his chest just a touch longer than absolutely necessary... well, that's his own fault.]
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No one has written rules for half my ideas.
[ The counter ticks up from MJ's touch, as his breath hitches a touch. Even the small things still get a reaction. ]
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[She slips past him, shrugging off her jacket as she heads in the direction of the kitchen.]
Did you need a hand with dinner?