Not that he'd ever, you know, say that out loud. It's kind of like her, though, bold and in-your-face. Well, not as in your face as Squiddie's tentacles, but, you know what he means.
Wait. What. What. What just fraggin' happened here? Suddenly he's got plush on his face and then...that feels like a mouth on his. If she had punched him in the face he couldn't look more stunned. He jerks back with such force that the pile of plushes he'd been holding in his other arm goes flying, and in the silence, there's a slow plopping of stuffed animals on the ground.
"...the frag is wrong with you?" Because. What. He can't. Even.
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Not that he'd ever, you know, say that out loud. It's kind of like her, though, bold and in-your-face. Well, not as in your face as Squiddie's tentacles, but, you know what he means.
Wait. What. What. What just fraggin' happened here? Suddenly he's got plush on his face and then...that feels like a mouth on his. If she had punched him in the face he couldn't look more stunned. He jerks back with such force that the pile of plushes he'd been holding in his other arm goes flying, and in the silence, there's a slow plopping of stuffed animals on the ground.
"...the frag is wrong with you?" Because. What. He can't. Even.