his praises of approval makes her stand proudly, the blush creeping onto her cheeks once again. her hand reached for his to tug to , kissing his palm before lacing her fingers through his.
i like it when daddy says he is proud of me, heheh- will you sleep now?
he reaches over to press the end of the stick against his ashtray, releasing the bud once the fire's out. spreading his hand out, he lays it on the top of her head to gently ruffle her locks.
you did do good. i'm proud, baby girl.
he coos out praises, letting the same digits brush out untidy strands of hair caused by the ruffling.
she doesn't hear what he's said, too preoccupied by the sounds and their fingers on the keyboard; it's a fascinating thing for her, her cheeks lifting in a wide grin. once they are done and she mimics his ending pose, she looks up, a wide beam on her lips as she nods.
mm, i did so good! that was so cool!
you're a little sly, and your eyes kinda look like a fox's.
he continues with the flow of music, letting his fingers move instinctively and not paying much mind to what keys he should play next. he slows the beat of it nearing the end, letting the higher notes fade out before he grabs at the shortened bud between his lips and turns back to you.
liked it?
i get that i look like a cat a lot of times... a fox is a first to me.
she nods distractedly, eyes widening when he makes a grab for her hand. a protest builds on her lips but it dies when he urges her to press on the keys. she does so obediently, too curious to see how it plays out and more importantly, her gaze towards him is filled with an inexpressible adoration. a tune begins around the room soon, the music making her sway slightly.
o wow..
you kinda look like one. you don't think so?
he glances over to the curious finger, awaiting for the key to be pressed before he responds with a deep chuckle at her reaction to it. he reaches to grab a hold of her retracted hand, bringing it to rest on one of the keys. he guides it to press at a constant beat, turning to her with a smile.
just keep pressing like this.
releasing his hold, he returns to gliding experienced digits along the rest of the bars, beginning to play a spontaneous tune.
why am i a fox?
she asks curiously, relaxing her hands to let them roam over the ivory keys of the keyboard. out of pure curiosity, she glances at one of his fingers and lays hers next to his and presses, yelping when it makes a rather loud sound.
ah! oh - i did that!
what are you then? a fox?
he experimentally presses on the keys, playing a tune from the top of his head in a noncommittal manner.
i usually can if i've heard it before. and i do, but i rarely have the chance to do improv these days.
you're just a bear, please!
she tuts her tongue against the roof of , leaning into his side when he kisses her head. with a pensive hum, she turns her face to look at him.
mm, can you really play any melody? i saw that you said you liked improv once in a while...
maybe not, but you're still tiny compared to me.
he gently nudges his finger against her cheek to appease her, pressing a kiss to the side of her head before he slips the nicotine stick back between his lips to ready his fingers against the keys.
wanna suggest something?
hey, im not so small either! it's just massive!
she huffs and puffs, watching with interest and curiousity as he quickly fixes everything. pouting when he didn't play along to her mischief, she puts the cigarette away, bringing her hands to her cheeks and taps the mounds with her fingertips.
what is daddy going to play?
if you haven't noticed, i'm a big boy.
he laughs in amusement, fingers grabbing at the stick before the skillful digits work around the keyboard to make sure it's set in his preferred mode. he takes a drag as he glances over to her, a brow raising at the similar item between her lips.
you're cute, baby. but only daddy smokes, remember?
it's so heavy! how do you always carry this?
i ask curiously, scooting over onto the bed so i sat next to you, crossing my legs under me. i bring my hands to my hair, shoving it all up into a messy ponytail before i also grab the pack of cigarette you still had, bringing a thin stick out to my lips to bite the other end. with a grin, i turn to you.
look, i look like you now!
i sit up on the bed, shifting so i'm settling on the edge of it before i reach over to the besaide table to grab at the pack of smokes. i tug one out, lighting it up as you return and waiting for the instrument to be close enough before i tug it in front of me. glancing over to you now on the bed, i let out a soft, adoring chuckle with the cigarette hanging out the corner of my mouth. was it heavy?