Send me “What did you just call me?” and I will generate a number from 1-40 for what my muse will have called yours.
25:
His laugh wasn’t mean, but it did have a careless kind of mockery when he repeated, “Lover girl.”
“Alright,” Fiyero conceded, raising his hands in a placating gesture. “You don’t have to tell me…. but it doesn’t mean you’ve changed my mind,” he teased.
Nessarose rolled hee eyes, and if she had arms to cross around her chest, she would. But alas– she did not, so she just settled with narrowing her eyes at him. “Whatever. There’s nothing for you to be suspicious of.”
Send me “What did you just call me?” and I will generate a number from 1-40 for what my muse will have called yours.
25:
His laugh wasn’t mean, but it did have a careless kind of mockery when he repeated, “Lover girl.”
“Look, all I know is that you’ve been awful sweet lately -not that you aren’t usually, but just more… well, you know what I mean. Like your head’s in the clouds. Who’s the lucky soul?” he asked, voice warm, scooching a bit closer, as if the invite confidence thusly.
“I don’t believe I’d had such change in personality, Fiyero.” She squirmed a little in her seat to make herself more comfortable, leaning against the back of the chair for support. “And I do not have the slightest idea to what you are talking about. At all.”