"Raven?"

"Mm?" Eyes never shifting from her newest novel, the empath shouldered closer to her changeling.

"Rae, look at me," Garfield found found himself whining for her attention. Emerald irises blinked playfully at her, silently pleased as he felt her nestle closer. "C'mon Rae, it's important!"

The inviting warmth of Gar's arm around her thin shoulders almost made her want to cave. Raven pressed her lips together; a little longer. Though it was a little hard to avoid his wide, puppy-like gaze and the boyish biting of his lips, she loved to make him beg - if only a little. It was absolutely adorable, after all; and when she finally gave in, it was even more rewarding.

"Raaae," Garfield whimpered, tipping his head to rest on her petite shoulder. "I regret buying you that book, you know," he joked, arm sliding over her shoulder blades and around her waist. It was so thin, he could practically envelope her whole figure with just one arm. Fingers danced over her rib cage, eliciting tiny, awkward jerks from the bookish girl.

'Gar!" Finally, the antiqued pages met, slamming together as Raven jerked away from his tricky fingers. "I, I don't like being tickled," Raven managed between laughs, catching her breath as soon as she'd grabbed his wrists. "Don't like that." She solidified, the demure look on his face giving her somewhat of a warning.

"Fine, fine," Garfield raised his hands in innocence. "Sorry. But, hey, at least I've got your attention, right?"

"Right." Raven rolled her eyes, more from habit than anything else. "Now, what was it you wanted to tell me?" Although her amethyst irises were fixated on his, her mind has already reached for her book.

"Eh…" Garfield hummed indecisively, noting the levitating book. "You-you've got something on your face, Rae."

"Oh yeah?" The book paused midair and she reached for her face, instinctively. "Where?"

"Wait…" Garfield smiled, catching her wrist like she had earlier. Leaning in quickly, he carefully pressed a gentle kiss to her cheek. "Got it," he whispered, his nose still nudging playfully where his lips had touched.

"Clever," Raven deadpanned, though the blush that was blossoming over her cheeks compensated for the lack of tone. "Well, two can play at that game, Gar." Reaching for his jaw, the empath angled the boy's chin so their lips were level.

"Anyway, you've got something on your lips."