Third Floor Common Room, Wednesday Evening

[connernotconnor.livejournal.com]

Conner would never admit it to anyone, but he had a massive weak spot for cute fuzzy animals.

Which would be why he was sprawled across a couch in the common room, fingers dangling down into a huge bowl of popcorn, while a documentary about pandas played on some science channel or other.

He was more or less devouring popcorn by the handful as he watched. But not because he was hungry, oh no.

Because if his mouth was full of popcorn it was harder to let out an undigified squee.

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[grenfelzer.livejournal.com]

"Not if you keep making that face," Carmela admits, ducking her head a little.

[connernotconnor.livejournal.com]

Ha-ha! Score another one for the puppydog face!

"Which face?" he asks, still making it. "This one?"

[grenfelzer.livejournal.com]

"Augh!" Carmela leans over in an attempt to tickle him.

[connernotconnor.livejournal.com]

"Hey!" Conner flails in a futile attempt to get out of the way, which at least stops him from making the puppydog face any more. "Hey hey -- augh!"

So not only does he have a soft spot for cute fuzzy animals, he's ticklish too.

[grenfelzer.livejournal.com]

"That face is a dangerous weapon. You of all people should be more careful about using your powers for good and not evil!" Carmela teases, not letting up on the tickling.

[connernotconnor.livejournal.com]

"Hey!" Conner all but wails as he attempts to squirm away. "It's a perfectly good cause!"

[grenfelzer.livejournal.com]

"Oh yeah?" Carmela grins.

[connernotconnor.livejournal.com]

"Keeping people from teasing me about my weakness for fuzzy animals is always a good cause," Conner insists.

Just before he falls off the couch and hopefully not into Dawn.

[grenfelzer.livejournal.com]

"I dunno," Carmela says thoughtfully, peering down at him. "You're kinda cute when you're all flustered."

[connernotconnor.livejournal.com]

"There's plenty of chances to do that without bringing the fuzzy animals into it!"

. . . oops.

[grenfelzer.livejournal.com]

"Really, now?" Carmela raises an eyebrow.

[connernotconnor.livejournal.com]

Conner facepalms. "Not really, no. There really aren't. None. Nope. Nothing."

Oh, look, it worked.

[grenfelzer.livejournal.com]

"Yeah-huh." Carmela says. And, grinning wickedly, leans down and kisses him quickly.

[connernotconnor.livejournal.com]

And cue the massive flailing. There might even be popcorn flying everywhere.

The flailing is only compounded by the fact that Conner is supposed to be the suave one, or so he thinks, and this? So not suave.

[grenfelzer.livejournal.com]

"Was it really that bad?" Carmela asks innocently.

[connernotconnor.livejournal.com]

It's really too late to even bother trying to resurrect a semblance of smoothness, so Conner just sort of picks himself up out of the popcorn and smiles sheepishly. "What? No! Not bad." Apparently he's lost the use of complete sentences.