He rolls his eyes, oh so inconvenienced by Rahzel, and plops down onto the shitty, sagging couch. In his one of seven sins, greed, or gluttony or whatever, he grabs a second brownie as he props his feet up on the table.
"He can help by not being on my tv."
He casts her a sidelong look, nudges her shoulder.
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3/6/16 06:35 (UTC)"He can help by not being on my tv."
He casts her a sidelong look, nudges her shoulder.
"But I've already had a little help of my own."