She's a giggle at a funeral
02-11-2015, 10:14 PM
Lo and behold, who other than the eye poke herself would find him? Slowly his head dipped until he could look down his nose at her with slitted eyes. He loathed the idea of giving her the satisfaction of knowing that her efforts had ended in success. Rhythm was staying. Sooner or later she was going to find that out. He didn't want to be there when she did. His voice tart, he said, "And what does it matter to you? You've had your fun." He could lecture, but he doubted she'd listen. She'd probably just beam up at him or bounce around him like an exuberant puppy. |
NOTE: Valentine has a female striped skunk companion named Lefty. Unless stated otherwise assume she's present.