But then he pecks her lips quickly with his own. It barely lasts a few seconds but it happens, and he pulls back, blowing out a small puff of cold air as he does.
“Sorry. Worth it.” he says with a smile.
She giggles lightly, still blushing. It’s like seeing someone splash red paint on a canvas. “Silly…” she whispers, feeling happy he’d risk it, though concerned for him. “A-As long as you don’t get frost bite from me or something..”
But she is anxious to get those gloves and if he can make them to help her out, then the faster the better. She walks over to the cart, her feet sort of floating off the ground. “We should..get home then..? I don’t want to cause havoc with these powers and I do..want those gloves..”
“Yes, we need to get home.” he nods as he rushes around to grab the handle of the cart and begins to push it ahead quickly, running with it, grinning as he does. “This is going to be great! Do you have any gloves I can use or am I going to make them from any material around the place? I could use the curtains, I don’t know… gah, so many ideas…!”
Jack Maple 