Whiskey burn
10-12-2014, 08:42 PM
He continued to gape like a fish. Breath, stupid! The boy tried, he really did, but his lungs refused to draw in a full breath. It wasn't until Basanti pressed her nose to his that the boy's mouth shut. Stunned, he stopped breathing again. Nemesis' eyes somehow grew wider, confusion making his browspots collide. Devoid of the ability to even, he stared up at Basanti. She moved away from him, her limbs grazing him as she did so, and the boy shivered. His confusion deepened. What the heck was that? How'd she do that? He wasn't ticklish! Coughing, Nemesis slowly rolled to his paws. Unsure of what to make of the girl who knocked him over and kissed him, the boy kept his distance. He no longer believed in cooties, but he did believe girls were different. And this one? This one was downright crazy! Wiping at his nose as it to remove the girl germs from it, he regarded Basanti with a wary expression. "What'd you do that for?" "Speaking" Thinking |
