[ He laughs, flitting after her like tinsel caught in the draft of a passing car. He doesn't mind being a coward, even if he's not sure it applies to this situation.
Maybe it does. She'd know better than he does. And she can say whatever she wants, and almost always does.
He'd pinch her pink tongue between his fingers if he was fast enough. He'd like that, probably. Her, not so much, but what would she say then? Uck oo, most likely. ]
Ohhh, so competitive. Are we in the running for fabulous bean can prizes?
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Maybe it does. She'd know better than he does. And she can say whatever she wants, and almost always does.
He'd pinch her pink tongue between his fingers if he was fast enough. He'd like that, probably. Her, not so much, but what would she say then? Uck oo, most likely. ]
Ohhh, so competitive. Are we in the running for fabulous bean can prizes?