[ she makes a low rumbling sound in response. look, if she hadn't drank all of that liquor, then she might not have rushed straight into the ocean like an idiot. she does love the beach though, soooo maybe that's a lie. jury's out. ]

[ since intensity doesn't seem the least bit interested in cuddling she's going to drag king closer to him. maybe he won't notice how very obviously she keeps moving an inch or two, disrupting the entire pile of pillows and blankets. ]

[ she ignores the arm for now, far more interested in dragging the both of them in closely, and right now she's only successfully gotten half. ]