She has a laundry basket under one arm and a magazine in the other, so Rahzel is on a mission...as per usual. The smell was totally getting to her, alright, its that man smell! Do they think it's flattering and hot? Do they really believe the axe body spray crap? They need a wake up call.
The question yanks her out of her thoughts and she beams.
"Hell yeah! You want me to? Because I'd totally trust you with my beautimous locks just...not just yet. Do you want a french braid or something more chic?"
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6/6/16 03:02 (UTC)The question yanks her out of her thoughts and she beams.
"Hell yeah! You want me to? Because I'd totally trust you with my beautimous locks just...not just yet. Do you want a french braid or something more chic?"