Continued from here. (Cause I think we're both annoyed with this garbage lol.)
Her grin grew wider. Someone was feeling mischievous.
“I think I’ll survive, for now,” she hummed.
She turned away slightly, eyes closed and brow lifted as she told him in a light, tone, “Guess you’ll hafta sleep in the barn wit’ the new baby kittens!”
She was going to offer him her bedroom. Of course she was. But she had to mess with him first.
"Oh goodie. I'd hate for ya to get too forlorn without me around," He teases lightly before she mentions the barn.
Honestly it wouldn't be the worst place he's ever slept. And kittens were involved? Cicero adored such tiny little things. They're always so soft and noisy.
"The barn? Is that so Miss Segolene?"
He muses, a gust of wind ashing the cigarette for her. Lucio spares a glance to the barn he'd been hanging around.
"I didn't know there were little kittens about. Mayhaps I'll just prematurely give up on my trying to convince you to let me shack up with ya so I can cuddle the babies. I... adore cats."