[OOC: Come on, Heine, don't be a chicken, if you want the girl, get her, if you want to get rid of her send her to the hell. :p]

[In the next minute a crumpled piece of paper hits Heine's forehead, it smells like a train ticket to The Other Side Of The World. In the next after next moment she glomps him, wraps her arms around his neck and hangs on him with her full weight.]

I. Can. Not. Did that smart brain of yours freeze or what? I can't leave you, sillyass.

[And because it's very uncomfortable to hang on someone like a ripened peach she grabs his waists with her thighs.]

Open your eyes and listen well. I'm...in love with...I'm in love with you---r couch.