Whiskey burn
10-12-2014, 06:54 PM
She was greeted by his cheesy grin and laughter. He would tease her, having fun at her expense. Her narrowed gaze didn't waiver, remaining unamused. It wasn't until he pretended to look hurt that her expression would shift. Criminal. A bubble of laughter would spill from her lips. "I didn't say it was a bad thing." A brow would lift, almost as if she was challenging him. Being bad was fun, getting into trouble was fun. So much more fun that playing by the rules. In an attempt to prove her point, she would rise. A wicked grin would flash before she moved. She would attempt to lunge across the border and collide with him in a single movement. She hoped to knock him backwards, or at the very least just bump into him. Her tail wagged, more laughter spilled from dark jaws. Eyes sparkled with amusement. Forgotten was the fact that someone else now ruled these lands and she was most likely at a great risk. She was purely having fun. WORDS HERE |
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