For a moment it appears as though she's seriously considering giving him a pinch. With nails. Baby blue eyes narrow as she thinks it over. But instead, she turns her face to the wind, lets it ruffle her hair.
"Of course not-- I don't want to fly into a plane and have to lift it up to safety." Like that makes the most sense.
Why the brownies. Why, why, why. Naturally, there's something underneath the underneath there, something he longs for.
"Because--" Rahzel says, her gaze shifting, "they're part of the goodness in this world. Everyone could use 'em."
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23/5/16 04:08 (UTC)"Of course not-- I don't want to fly into a plane and have to lift it up to safety." Like that makes the most sense.
Why the brownies. Why, why, why. Naturally, there's something underneath the underneath there, something he longs for.
"Because--" Rahzel says, her gaze shifting, "they're part of the goodness in this world. Everyone could use 'em."