[Seeing their enthusiasm, Maverick's face softens into a smaller, more private smile, and he suddenly doesn't have any sort of answer for them.]
Heh. Who knows.
[If this small, stupid thing makes them that happy, why isn't it used all the time? He reaches down to take a small scoop of the bubbles in his palm and blows it, sending the suds tumbling lazily through the air.
Once there's enough that he's confident his introduction to the tub won't destroy all the bubbles, Maverick swings his legs around and eases himself in with a hiss. Ah, little bit hotter than expected, but he can handle it. One knee is bent and splayed out of the way, suggesting the space there he's making for them that's obscured by the bubbly mess.]
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Heh. Who knows.
[If this small, stupid thing makes them that happy, why isn't it used all the time? He reaches down to take a small scoop of the bubbles in his palm and blows it, sending the suds tumbling lazily through the air.
Once there's enough that he's confident his introduction to the tub won't destroy all the bubbles, Maverick swings his legs around and eases himself in with a hiss. Ah, little bit hotter than expected, but he can handle it. One knee is bent and splayed out of the way, suggesting the space there he's making for them that's obscured by the bubbly mess.]
C'mere.