believe it

"You know, your outfit is quiet..." She paused, pursing her lips in a sideways fashion. "Interesting." Her hands rested on his broad shoulders, while his arms are coiled around her waist, holding her close to him. The two stood in the basket of the slowly drifting hot air balloon, the night sky is peaceful, but sadly not for the city below. "Really now?" He glanced down at her face, her eyes locked on his left shoulder, her fingers recoil like a cat padding on a blanket. He chuckled lightly, "what sparked this fashion talk?" The red head looked up at him with a cocky smirk. "You and your assassin's outfits do interest me to an extent, Arno." He rose an eyebrow and mimicked her smirk with a twist of amusement. "I, for one, did not choose how we dress." She rolled her eyes, her hand slowly drifted to the hood that rests on his shoulders. The fiery Templar then takes the edges of the hood into her grasp and tugs on the hood playfully. "We wouldn't want that, now do we?" "Pffft" he commented "I can talk fashion, if you like." "Mhmm." The Templar hummed as her gaze then gets fixed on the night sky and it's amazement. She chuckled "I had to help you with EVERY single outfit you wore when we were younger. You couldn't even pick out the right one!" She snorts with laughter softly, snapping her head back at the deep gaze of his eyes, a smile dresses his lips. "I don't think so, Élise." Arno stated with a grin of a challenge at her comment. "Believe it." She returned the grin in the same way, jabbing a finger into his chest. The assassin's facade was just drenched in amusement from this debate. His eyes watched her finger jab his chest, in return he unwrapped one arm from her waist; poking her nose, adding onto her comment. "I'm one for being stubborn, Élise." He flashed a grin "and being a bad influence." She retorts, chuckling. "Me?" He questioned with an airy laugh."you were the one who ALWAYS got me in trouble, no matter what!" She rose an eyebrow, her hand then grasped onto his red scarf, which was wrapped around his neck. "You're a bad influence."  He says as she tugs the scarf towards her direction which made his head come along as well. "Believe it." He states before his lips crash down onto hers.