My Lipgloss is Poppin'

who do you think you are

The top is so high so your roots are forgotten, Giving is good as long as you're getting, What's driving you is ambition and betting, You're swelling out in the wrong direction You've got the bug, superstar you've been bitten, Your trumpet's blowing for far too long Climbing the snake up the ladder, but you're wrong.

He had joked about the heat not hearing her, and she let out a scoff. She knew that the heat couldn't hear her, she wasn't daft. But at least he had caught up, her muscles relaxing at the sound of his voice. She hated it when he wasn't around her, she felt all tense and bug eyed. He truly was her everything, and sometimes she forgot just how awful it felt to not have him around. But then he spoke of not walking into dark places, and her silver eyes rolled rather dramatically. "Vous savez aussi bien que moi que je peux me débrouiller," she called after him, glancing over her shoulder to watch him come into the shade himself. Her eyes searched his snow blown face, an easy smile slipping on her lips. "De plus, il est beaucoup mieux ici, non?" It was quite nice, even she had to admit that. The willow tendrils drifted slowly in the soft breeze, offering them a good glance at the world outside while they remained in cover. It was an excellent place to hide and stalk others, which is probably where her brothers concern was coming from. It was odd, just how protective they were of each other. But Claude had been there for her in her time of need, and she would strive to be there for him. Plus, there was no one else out there who were better than these two. She was about to ask what they should do today, when her brother came up and pressed against her smaller flank. Roze eyed him carefully, about to lean into his touch when he started to walk to her front, brushing her coat the wrong way. The dame shrieked as her rust and white fur was pulled away from her, feeling very much how nails on a flat rock sounded. She jumped away from him, silver eyes narrowing into angered slits. "Comment osez-vous! Je vais trouver de la boue et de l'exécuter tout au long de votre manteau, et voir comment vous comme ça!" She called at him, tail tip quivering with irritation. Falling to her rump, she leaned back and began to groom her fur, placing it back down where it belonged. He was damn lucky that she liked him so much, otherwise he may be missing his face at this point. Growing huffy, when she finished with her coat she tossed her head up, looking away from him as her tail rose to curl towards her back. Damn him. He knew just how to get under her skin. Huffing, Rozenn refused to even look at him.

"SPEAK"
"French"

Rozenn Simone Maxime