[Grooming is the kind of thing that Chrissy lives for. Taking care of him in little ways makes her happy, and she's delighted as she rises up on her knees and shifts to rest behind him so she can comb his hair for him. She tries one style before combing and attempting another. ]
Nashville would be a lot of fun. I could go to a few bars finally! And —
[It's right then that the door knocks, and Chrissy gasps in alarm before she remembers they ordered a pizza. There's one last comb to his hair to make sure every last strand is in place, before she dips down to press a wet kiss to his cheek.]
Money is on the table, baby.
[Just in case the delivery driver can see into the room, she's quick to crawl under the blankets so they won't see any part of her. The second he has their food haul and the door is shut though, she's crawling out from the blankets to stand on the bed.
She's bouncing in excitement, which turns to an all out jump as she lands flat footed on the carpet. After everything, she's starving.]
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Nashville would be a lot of fun. I could go to a few bars finally! And —
[It's right then that the door knocks, and Chrissy gasps in alarm before she remembers they ordered a pizza. There's one last comb to his hair to make sure every last strand is in place, before she dips down to press a wet kiss to his cheek.]
Money is on the table, baby.
[Just in case the delivery driver can see into the room, she's quick to crawl under the blankets so they won't see any part of her. The second he has their food haul and the door is shut though, she's crawling out from the blankets to stand on the bed.
She's bouncing in excitement, which turns to an all out jump as she lands flat footed on the carpet. After everything, she's starving.]