This is when Rahzel's eyes nearly pop out of her head. "Forty?! What the hell-- is he trying to give the government what they want? Slaves to the nation? I ought to shove that bread up his nose."
So much for that romance-- it appears the teenager no longer approves of this joining. She could make bread, hell! They'd better find another place or else she just might...
Sighing, Rahzel takes his hand and leads him inside.
"You're gonna looove these, trust me!" She beams over her shoulder.
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30/5/16 02:42 (UTC)So much for that romance-- it appears the teenager no longer approves of this joining. She could make bread, hell! They'd better find another place or else she just might...
Sighing, Rahzel takes his hand and leads him inside.
"You're gonna looove these, trust me!" She beams over her shoulder.