[Those theatrics were only going to get a small smile out of her as she turned her face in the other direction, a poor try at being huffy but a try nonetheless.]
My, you mean the feelings you can't name yourself and your wandering hands? It's not much compared to an alexandrite peacock or a large statue made of drugs.
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Date: 2016-04-24 06:50 am (UTC)My, you mean the feelings you can't name yourself and your wandering hands? It's not much compared to an alexandrite peacock or a large statue made of drugs.