Faith Eliza Cord
Four Thousand Club
(lol mine too...skip ahead to another scene?)
Liza is still watching as they begin to cool down, and she runs up to Blaire and pokes her side too, giggling. "Tickle tickle! I got you Blaire!" Dancing away from her, still giggling, she half expects Blaire to chase after her and tickle her back.
Eliza looks up at her, catching the water bottle Ethan tosses her, and gives him a smile in return as she opens it and drinks. "Thank you." She leans back on one elbow, allowing herself, as she rarely does, to actually cease closely observing them for a few moments as she catches her breath and gives herself space to cool.
Liza, unlike Ethan, however, is not one to mind people's personal space, and seeing that Eliza has set herself down again, immediately climbs into her lap, leaning her chin against her shoulder as she wraps one arm around her waist. "You did good Eliza. You almost kicked their butts I think. Good job."
Eliza looked down at her, taking her time in wrapping her arm around her waist in return. It is uncomfortable, but not, as usual, because she can't stand the child. In fact, what is making her uncomfortable then is that she does not entirely mind Liza in her lap.
How strange.
Liza is still watching as they begin to cool down, and she runs up to Blaire and pokes her side too, giggling. "Tickle tickle! I got you Blaire!" Dancing away from her, still giggling, she half expects Blaire to chase after her and tickle her back.
Eliza looks up at her, catching the water bottle Ethan tosses her, and gives him a smile in return as she opens it and drinks. "Thank you." She leans back on one elbow, allowing herself, as she rarely does, to actually cease closely observing them for a few moments as she catches her breath and gives herself space to cool.
Liza, unlike Ethan, however, is not one to mind people's personal space, and seeing that Eliza has set herself down again, immediately climbs into her lap, leaning her chin against her shoulder as she wraps one arm around her waist. "You did good Eliza. You almost kicked their butts I think. Good job."
Eliza looked down at her, taking her time in wrapping her arm around her waist in return. It is uncomfortable, but not, as usual, because she can't stand the child. In fact, what is making her uncomfortable then is that she does not entirely mind Liza in her lap.
How strange.