gritted teeth
Time: Fabruary 14th, evening Location: Potter Estate Status: Closed, for @a-glasshalfempty
Bran whistled through her teeth when Fabian in his new look stepped out of the Potter Estate.
“So the tooth was legit? By Morgana, Prewett, I mean I always knew you were insane, but stealing a grandma’s third teeth seems quite extreme, even to me.” She cast Fabian a grin, brows knitting as she had to raise her gaze against the setting sun. “Are you at least properly ashamed of yourself? What’s next? Stealing candy from a baby?”
But they didn’t have much time, so she rose to her feet (struggling, due to the heels she was forced to wear, the long red dress she was wearing falling down to her ankles) and took a good look at her date. No anxiety or doubts were to be found in her features. “You know, I’ve never thought you particularly handsome, but looking at you now, I kind of miss your face.”
