Lonely girls

Demyx blinked and shook his head, trying not to look.

Cyzarine tilted her head to one side, confused. "Hmm?"

Demyx gulped, "Nothing."

Cyzarine giggled and put a dab of ice cream on his nose. "Icey-nose!" Then she ate some more off her finger, still giggling.

Demyx stared in shock, "You do realise how suggestive this is- don't you?"

Cyzarine blinked. "Huh?"

Demyx shook his head, "Never mind..."

Cyzarine pouted a little. "Tell me!" she laughed.

"It looks suggestive, that's all." Demyx rubbed his neck.

Cyzarine shrugged. "I still don't get it but okay." she smiled at him. "Ice cream? There's still some on your nose." she giggled.

Demyx blushed and wiped the ice cream off his nose.

Cyzarine kissed his nose and smiled. She stole some more ice cream again, licking her finger and giggling, like a small child who's been caught with their hand in the cookie jar.

Demyx gulped then handed her a spoon.

Cyzarine pouted. "Do I have to use that...? It's more fun like this!" she paused to inspect her finger thoughtfully. "Even if my finger does get cold.."

Demyx burried his head in his hands.

Cyzarine frowned in concern. "Demyx? What's wrong?"

"Nothing." Demyx mumbled into his hands.

Cyzarine bit her lip. "I'm sorry. I'll stop eating ice cream if that's what bothering you."

"It's not that." Demyx sat up, "It's just the way you're eating the ice cream."

Cyzarine was clearly confused. "Huh?"

Demyx shrugged, "It sort of looks like your..."

Cyzarine tilted her head to one side, not following.

"It looks like you're doing something rude." Demyx muttered.

Cyzarine still didn't understand, but left it at that. "Hmm, okay. I'm sorry." she kissed his cheek and giggled.

Demyx frowned, "You still don't understand do you?"