As if her grin could get any bigger...there it goes, practically splitting her face. Things are looking up. Arms raised high, she stretches for the stars.
Good, maybe he'll shave one of these days.
"If you don't want that to happen, you'd better take care of it. Or hell, let me do it. I'll even give you a discount, via Salon du Heat."
Saying it aloud, the remembrance of that phrase, turns her smile into something subdued. Softer.
"I wouldn't turn you into a frog. I'll turn you into a peanut." How giving.
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24/5/16 05:01 (UTC)Good, maybe he'll shave one of these days.
"If you don't want that to happen, you'd better take care of it. Or hell, let me do it. I'll even give you a discount, via Salon du Heat."
Saying it aloud, the remembrance of that phrase, turns her smile into something subdued. Softer.
"I wouldn't turn you into a frog. I'll turn you into a peanut." How giving.