Her eyes roll first, then she shakes her head and pops him in the good shoulder. "I don't pout on command," she snarks and hops off the futon before he can make a grab for her.
She's not going far. Just to the basket along the wall where her fabric scraps are.
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Date: 2011-11-29 11:36 pm (UTC)She's not going far. Just to the basket along the wall where her fabric scraps are.