Tobias:
"Date...?" I ask, watching her go, then sigh and laughin exasperation with my head in my hands. "She's sly as a fox and subtle as a gun," I mutter, but that wasn't too bad. I actually kind of...liked it.
Mag:
After a moment, I slip back behind the bleaches, tucked in a discreet spot, and change back. My hand is on top of my head where he kissed me, eyes wide, face warm. "Beautiful," I whisper quietly, then realize how stupid I'm being and get up, adjusting my clothes (which always seem to get frumpy when I change back).