"I know what you're thinking, you jerk!" Frostella shouted in a low grumble as she pinched Romulus over and over again. And even though it didn't hurt one bit, he understood the message. He sighed and said, "I'm sorry… That was rude of me."
"Humph! As long as you're aware," Frostella answered with a small, imperceptible smile tugging at the corners of her lips. 'Maybe I can use this as a chance to have him treat me extra special tonight—'
Romulus brows furrowed. "You know I can tell what you're thinking as well, don't you?" He asked in an accusatory tone. To which Frostella's irises erratically flickered as she averted her gaze and expertly deflected the question with, "I-I don't know what you mean by that…"
