"Whatcha doing?" I laid myself out across Noam's lap, looking up at him with a cheesy smile.
"I'm playing Fifa, why, what do you want?" I chuckled, cupping his cheek with my hand.
"Why do you presume I want something?" He paused his game, looking down at me with a raised expression.
"You always want something." I bit my tongue, smugly grinning. "What is it?"
"Can we do something? I was thinking we could build a blanket fort or something?" He shook his head, pressing play again as the game played louder than my voice.
"I'm busy...and not a child!" I gasped, sitting up from him.
"You don't have to be a child to build a blanket fort." He carried on looking forward, blocking me out. "Please!" I begged.
"Babe. No." I sighed, standing up.
"I'll just build my blanket fort alone then." I let out an even bigger sigh making him look across at me. I pouted, fluttering my eyelashes.
"Fine. We can build a blanket fort, as long as I can still play my game from inside of it." I nodded, racing up the stairs to grab as many useful things as possible, tossing them down the stairs to him.
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