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Valerie Bell is lounging around in front of the Cooper house, waiting for someone who looks vaguely in charge to wander by.

Until then, she's shamelessly showing off her mutant powers by juggling innumerable chunks of dirt with twelve glowing white tentacles.

Hey, it's an excercise in coordination! Right. Yep. Uh-huh.

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AHA. She must be red because she's EMBARASSED ABOUT BEING DEFEATED. Marley so smrt.

He may adjust himself slightly to pin her, a little better.

Adjustments not helping, Mar.

Val yeeps.

"You win," she grumbles. Grudgingly.

And then, because like Valerie Bell is going to let that shit stand, SURPRISE TICKLE ATTACK! With extra tentacles!

Marley refuses to be moved by these tickling shenanigans!
"That's cheating!"

"You expected anything different?"

...dammit, tickling isn't working.

Val tries not to think of other things she could do to motivate him to let go of her very quickly.

It is difficult.

Marley considers this.
"Not so much, no." Grin. "Still not letting you up, though."

Fine, fine.

...Will he let her up if she very obviously grabs his ass?

"Wait, you can't do that! That's really cheating!"

Still not moving, though.

"Who says?" Val challenges, grinning.

"I say! Besides, I've already won."

"Yeah, yeah."

Val just grins at him.

In her opinion, the day goes to she who grabs the butt. Even if the grabbing is accomplished via tentacles.

"I'm glad you agree."

"Right. Agree. Sure."

And now she's looking up at him expectantly.

Because, hello. There's a dude lying on top of her in a field. For one thing, he should probably let her up eventually. For another, it's rather an intimate position to be in.

"Is there something on my fa - Oh, right!" Marley clambers off her, standing and brushing himself down, before offering a hand to help her up.

At this point she can't help but cackle as she lets her white-glowing tendrils fade to nothing and accepts his hand up.

"You're a dork, Mar," she informs him. But, grudgingly: "A dork who won fair and square, though."

"That's right." Cheerfully.

She grows herself a pair of very tall feet in order to better ruffle his hair.

And then looks down.

"...sweet, best platform shoes EVER."

"Might make walking difficult, though."

"Ffft," she says demonstratively. "It's just like having really long-ass legs. Except walking around this ground in bare feet would probably be pretty yucky."

"Seeing you this tall is weird, though." Marley protests.

Silently grinning, Valerie grows herself another foot or so.

And looks dooooown at Marley.

"Ha," she says.

...it's possible that the fact that her boobs are exactly at eye level is unintentional.

Possible.

Just not very likely.

Marley makes a point of looking up at her face.

"Stop that."

Aww. But they're very nice boobs, Marley! (If a little on the small side.)

"Why?" asks Val, innocently.

"You'll give me a complex?"

"Oh, poor Maeleachlainn Marley, he's going to get a complex. Well, you've probably never seen anybody who was taller than you before."

Yes, she says it right. The narration has doubts as to whether saying it right is even possible, but Val manages. It's a pride thing. She can't exactly know the guy this well ~~and crush on him like mad~~ without knowing how to pronounce his fucking name, now can she?

Marley just shrugs, and silently starts tickling her.