[b][i] - Crash - [/b][/i]

Crash felt a rush of affection as she smiled warmly at him, his cheeks colored further at the fact she seemed elated at having it...it made him feel peculiar and tingly. His smile broadened as she asked if he had an after shot, he could hear the teasing undertone to her words. “Yes actually I do, it’s embarrassing...but I’ll suck up my pride in exchange for a picture” He had decided this wasn’t too much to ask for, she had one of him now. “Of you” He finished, his cheeks had colored further as he glanced sideways lifting his hand to the back of his head, clearly bashful over the request. 

Crash knew he’d caught her unawares with his first question, it was apparent in the smug smile now dominating his features, clearly amused by her answer his shoulder shook as he suppressed a laugh. He watched her facial expressions as she whizzed through the answers, silently storing her answers away in his memory. He blinked as she lifted her hand to his head, flinching as she flicked his forehead blinking down at her with a surprised expression before his face creased up into a large grin upon hearing her answer and watching her poke the tip of her tongue out at him. [i]Cute...[/i] was a common thought at that particular facial expression of hers. [i]But her smile, when it reaches her eyes...[/i] He trailed away from his line of thought receiving Mario as an answer he shook his head, still smiling broadly at her quizzical look and shrugging helplessly at her. “Wow, great answers” He commented. “50 first dates is a top class movie, we should watch it together sometime with say...some sweet popcorn perhaps?” He offered, he hadn’t watched it for a long while but he figured a ‘released’ movie would be easier to try and get a hold of then a new one, he was aware she’d seen the picture of his parents but he didn’t address it.

Now sitting on the bed awaiting her questions, Crash leant back on his hands a warm grin on his face. “Sweet” he answered quickly, smugly knowing he had an advantage at this game. His thought processes generally hummed by at such a speed this type of game wasn’t difficult to play, yet again she had a knack for surprising him. “Jog” He answered with a slight twitch of his eyebrow, obviously he woke up first...did that count? His eyes followed her as she came to sit with him, he didn’t pay much mind to the space between them tilting his head to the side at her next question looking genuinely thoughtful. [i]......[/i] That didn’t fare well for him, he was actually thankful of the extra time she unknowingly gave him, he decided honesty was the best way forward with this one. “Don’t laugh at this...Tinkerbell” He murmured his cheeks coloring ever so slightly at the memory that flashed through his mind. [i]...I’m not explaining that one[/i] He thought to himself as she fired another question at him, his smile automatically grew as she laughed. “11” He answered a few seconds in, his eyebrow hitching up at her next question, well it seemed to be more of a riddle. “A hole?” He decided on, adding a small shrug into the equation. 

The next question caused a chuckle to pass through his chest [i]So many times...[/i] He thought to himself “I think I’m at the grand total of 7 at the moment” He answered her with a sheepish look, that quickly faded as he was given another question. His cheeks instantaneously colored, his mind deciding to throw him several memories though one in particular was obvious. [i]’Ah...drumstick guy’[/i] He released a short puff of air through his nose affection apparent in his smile. “The first one...when I was being a terrible excuse for a door and you bumped into me, when I turned around you were holding your nose and giving me a really unimpressed look, cocked eyebrow and all ‘Ah...The drumstick guy’” He chuckled to himself quoting her first nickname for him. “Right before you grabbed me and pulled me through that crowd with some very impressive dodging” He complimented having definitely gone past the allotted 10 seconds to answer that question, though whether it was strange or not his answer had been delivered rather quickly. Hearing one of his favorite sound he felt his expression split into a grin as she used one of his own questions against him. “Hmm, so much choice” He started deliberately looking thoughtful as he delayed his answer until the last few seconds. “Just to be different it’d have to be the frog shaped shower cap” He answered her with a soft laugh. “It’d suit me down to the ground, besides my Grandmother knitted me a reindeer sweater last Christmas...I’m positive she lace it with poison ivy, damn thing was so itchy” He commented with a quick grimace, reaching up he ran his fingers into his fringe looking up at the small selection of things on the shelving. 

“A year ago by the way” He told her after a moment of staying silent. “I lost my parents a year ago to a fire...I saw you look at the picture, and I know I’ve told you about Mercy” He glanced sidelong at her aware he’d possibly switched the mood to a more sombre one. “It’s not a taboo subject or anything and I’ll not go all melancholy on it promise” He assured her, to prove his point he was still smiling in his normal warm way, maybe his eyes weren’t as warm as usual but it was pretty convincing. “But I thought I’d answer that for you instead of leaving you guessing” He explained his sudden comment. “Not that you were thinking about it...” He dropped his hand away from his head, looking around the room. “Hmm, thanks for helping me out with this by the way” He thanked her waving his hand at the shelves as if to show what he meant. “Was definitely faster” He grinned sheepishly at her. “What did you want to do next?” He asked tilting his head to the side with curious eyes.