We can has date? Yes? (Motorboat RomCom Attempt; Arc/Lani)(NSFW oops)

Glyndwr followed her example there, though was a little slower since he checked whether they left anything beforehand.

After turning in her shoes, Aurora wandered outside to skip circles, waiting for her boyfriend while wondering what they could next. Really, she had used up a lot of her ideas already.

Glyndwr followed her out as soon as he was done with turning in his shoes himself, deciding on a whim to first run at and then scoop her up into his arms.

The witch dissolved into a giggling fit, squirming happily in his arms as he lifted her. "Hi, hi~"

"Hello there." Glyndwr said, placing a quick kiss on her lips. "You got anything else you want to do?"

She shrugged in his arms, looking at him with begging eyes. "I unno... wanna go back to your place and watch tv or... something?"

"We can do that." Glyndwr said casually, vaguely, as he started walking down the street with her still in his arms.

The vagueness of his statement zoomed over her head. However, she didn't mind the treatment, nuzzling against his chest as he moved.

"How often do I tell you that you're adorable?" Glyndwr asked her, looking down for a moment before he realised that he had to look where he was going lest he hurt both of them somehow.

"Too?" She said the answer like a question, making on oh face as she spoke.

"Can't be too often. There is no too often." Glyndwr disagreed with her, shaking his head. "Not often enough if anything."

She rolled her eyes, playfully hitting him as he carried her, "You spoil me." She insisted.

"You love it, don't lie." Glyndwr said, smiling down at her momentarily.

"Well, obviously." She told him, growing more impressed the longer that he carried her. "So, what's the plan back at the house?"

"What you said." Glyndwr said, once again going with being ever so slightly vague to mess with her.

She whined at him, indignant at the lack of an answer. Really, she hadn't thought of a "something" to do, she just wanted to keep options open!

"Why are you whining when I just told you?" Glyndwr asked with a smirk, looking down at her for a moment once again.

"Your something and my something are very CLEARLY different things!" She complained.

"How do you know what my something is?" Glyndwr asked, lifting an eyebrow.

She huffed, unamused, "Because your something actually means something! Mine didn't!"

"How do you know that? What do you think it means?" Glyndwr asked, now grinning. This was fun!

She squirmed as if to try to detach herself from her grip, but it was a half hearted gesture.

"If you want to walk, you can walk." Glyndwr said, shrugging. "No skin off my back." So he said, though he was rather enjoying the closeness.

Cheating in the endeavor, she transformed, crawling up his arm and clinging to his shoulder in such a way that, should he run, she'd look like a teeny, tiny, one shoulder cape.

"That's not fair. I don't get to hold you now. Not how I like to." Glyndwr said, looking at her over his shoulder, pouting.