/she pouts, shaking her head/ Nah. It’s not the maple flag that does that. You know it too. /she sighs, tilting her head/ Still stiff, huh? Guess I’m really not that good at massaging people, huh?
I know, but eh~ /she giggles, pressing her lips to your cheek/ Don’t worry about my back, though.. I suppose you did fine anyway. /she smiles, nuzzling up to your side/
I could make it a lot worse though. You know I could. /she squints/ Yes, thank you for that. I’ll need to find some gloves that go with it. Do you think there’s Canada gloves out there?
There probably are… But I’m not gonna ask for people to get you Canada gloves.. /she pouts, her arms wrapping around you tightly/
I disagree, actually— /her eyes widen as she looks at you/ Are you okay? Are you hurt?
/she taps your nose lightly, rolling her eyes/ You’ll give in when I hide behind my maple flag no matter what, admit it.. /she sighs, nuzzling closer to you with a soft sigh/ I’m fine, yeh.. My back is just a little bit stiff.
/she purses her lips/ You can’t keep hiding behind your Canadian flag, you know?
Except I can, and you know that just as well as I do~ /she smiles before sitting up, rolling her shoulders before whimpering softly
/she rolls her eyes, a light smirk pulling at her lips/ You’re unbelievable sometimes, you know that?
I am aware of that.. /she smiles, playing with your fingers/ But I’m also Canadian so it’s fine~
Really now? So I guess you leaning against me like that was just part of the act to not hurt my feelings too, huh? /she snorts, raising an eyebrow at you/
Oh, shit. /she smiles brightly/ I guess you’re on to me, then~
Well, I know because you told me I was doing well not too long ago. /she chuckles/ That’s usually a pretty good indicator, don’t you think?
Maybe I was lying to keep your feelings from getting hurt. /she grins slightly, moving a strand of hair out of her face/
/she snorts, looking down at you/ Sure. Of course it isn’t. /she tilts her head/ Are you telling me that that massage wasn’t at least a little nice? Because I know that’s a lie.
How do you know that’s a lie? Have you ever massaged your own back? /she sticks out her tongue, her fingers wrapping around yours happily/
That’s because I haven’t spend much time perfecting my amateur massaging skills. /she pouts as she watches you scoot away/ Fine. Have a sore back then.
/she sighs, resting her head on your lap/ My back isn’t sore, I don’t know what you’re talking about. /she grins, reaching up to poke at your lips/ You’re gonna need to work on your skills more, though.
Fine. It’s a deal. I’m clumsy but I doubt I’ll hurt you twice, so that’s fine. /she pauses for a moment, squinting/ Actually, I haven’t even hurt you this time as far as I know so.. maybe I’ll pull this off without hurting you at all.
You sound insecure, though. /she puffs out her cheeks, scooting away from you before turning around/ My back will be better without your massages, thank you~