My idea of “help from above” is a sniper on the roof.
My Babua would have an aneurysm if I believed anything less.
Cocky, hm?
Her brow raises barely, corner of her lip pulling up slightly at the challenge.
“ Hmm, stubborn man. Am I just that enjoyable to look at? ”
Her manicured nails graze his jawline, thumb digging into his cheek as she aims to grasp firmly and turn his head right.
“ Ah, curiosity — dangerous thing, ”
Her words are almost purred, but they lack any sultry notes. Merely a hum of sparkling amusement if anything.
“ Ask the right questions, and maybe you’ll get to know me. ”
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If you see me yelling at @protobxne — a) it’s his fault, and b) clearly he’s exactly where he wants to be.
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