[ that's because he might be a toughie on the outside but he's a huge, gorgeous, squishy marshmallow where it counts and Mako knows it. She's grinning at him, squirming when he tickles her, but she sobers, just a little -- there's something she's always wanted to ask, and now... well, it's a good time, right?
Supporting herself with her hands on his chest, she pauses for a moment before she says. ]
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Supporting herself with her hands on his chest, she pauses for a moment before she says. ]
I want to ask you something.