ten degrees - rose+davesprite
her little ticks and quirks are all the same.
when he calls out in the middle of something, she turns, eyes narrow, and she shifts her head ten degrees to the right before promptly telling him off.
when she fights, she still keeps her lips pressed together and her left eye twitches.
she still leads with her left foot, still gestures with her right hand, still rolls her eyes twice to get across how irritated she is.
she always acts dignified even when she lands on her ass. he offers a hand. she takes it, making a familiar quip about chivalry and equality between the sexes, and he laughs and says he’s a bird and it doesn’t really matter.
his face turns ten degrees warmer when she brushes her lips against his cheek.