Ways to Sokeefe

Part 24

A/N: Oof. Fluff. Very much fluff. So... Enjoy!

[1 week later]

[Keefe's bedroom, Candleshade]

Sophie: KEEFE!!!!!

Keefe: Foster, you don't have to be that happy to see me.

Sophie: Well, I am.

Keefe: Falling for me, aren't you Foster.

Sophie: Possibly. But that's not what I came here to talk about.

Keefe: So why are you here?

Sophie: I learned how to cook.

Keefe: With or without making a complete mess.

Sophie: Minimal amount? Anyway. Since this should totally be celebrated, I brought something. *pulls out a bag of mallowmelt* I heard someone really likes this stuff.

Keefe: *grins* You think? Come right on in.

Sophie: *enters his bedroom* It's quite... colourless here.

Keefe: *shrugs* My dad never let me decorate. So I ended up splotching some colour on the wall. He got mad and got someone to paint it back to boring old white.

Sophie: I'm not going to ask.

Keefe: Don't. Now. When are we gonna get started on that mallowmelt?

Sophie: *tosses him the bag* Here. *starts looking around* Do you mind if I look at those sketchbooks?

Keefe: Sure. Why not. Just not the brown one with the gold accents.

Sophie: Ooh! What's in it?

Keefe: Some stuff you don't need to see.

Sophie: *reaches for the brown one* Eh. Couldn't hurt.

Keefe: Sophie, I can make you regret this.

Sophie: But you won't. *opens up the sketchbook* *gasps*

Keefe: Sophie! I told you not to look at them!

Sophie: But, but. *holds up the sketchbook*

*inside are detailed portraits of Sophie*

Sophie: Are you stalking me?

Keefe: (=_=) That was not the reaction I was expecting. No, I'm not stalking. I just think you look really pretty.

Sophie: (you all got to know what happens by now)(≧﹏ ≦)*trying to think of a snappy comeback* *mind does not process any snappy comebacks* You don't look so bad yourself half the time.

Keefe: Only half?

Sophie: Ok. Maybe about 75 percent of the time. *inspects drawings* You forgot the freckle under my eye.

Keefe: That tiny detail?

Sophie: Tiny details make things accurate.

Keefe: Nothing could trump the real thing though.

Sophie: If only I could draw.

Keefe: *starts eating mallowmelt* I could teach you?

Sophie: One thing at a time. I think I'll just improve my cooking skills for now.

Keefe: It's already really good, as far as I can tell.

Sophie: Thank you.

Keefe: Don't you want some?

Sophie: Now thanks. I think I've had enough mallowmelt for a lifetime.

Keefe: *shocked* Scandalise!

Sophie: Try me.

Keefe: *throws pillow* I just did.

Sophie: You didn't. *chucks pillow back*

Keefe: *shrugs* I've got more pillows to sacrifice.

Sophie: *sudden thought* Well, you've only got one of... *starts attacking the hair*

Keefe: SOPHIE! STOP! Not the hair!

Sophie: It's so soft! I can't believe how soft it is!!!

Keefe: Get off Sophie! *tries to force Sophie off*

Sophie: NOOOOO! Fluffy!

Keefe: *gets Sophie off* Finally. *tames hair* Foster, that was uncalled for.

Sophie: It's so soft! *reaches for Keefe's hair*

Keefe: Foster, No. *leans back* Please.

Sophie: Fine. But only because you said please. *sits back down on Keefe's bed* What now?

Keefe: I don't know. You interrupted my thought process when you messed up my hair.

Sophie: The hair, the hair.

Keefe: THE HAIR!!

Sophie: *sniffs* I hate you. And the hair.

Keefe: *offended* No one hates me. This is bad.

Sophie: *leans over* I can still hate you. But a hug might make you feel better. *hugs Keefe*

Keefe: *hugs back* Man, hugs feel good.

Sophie: Reminder that I still hate you.

Keefe: *kisses Sophie on the cheek* It's hard to hate me.

Sophie: *red* That just made it even worse.

Keefe: I know you liked it.

Sophie *grumbling*: Empaths.

Keefe: That's right.

Sophie: This is fluff.

Keefe: It is. But really nice fluff.

Sophie: I don't wanna say this but I couldn't agree more.

Keefe: *grins* Everyone agrees with me.

Sophie: *silence* Sure.