" i'm not all obvious about it like a poser. "
β°β ππππππ ππ'π ππππ | accepting !
poser . she rolls the word around in her mind several times , pondering both it ( when did that become a thing ? it'd been big in high school too ) and her response for a beat longer than usual . " whatever you say , mr. the bloody . " eyes are batted up at him , black lashes fluttering exaggeratedly as a smile stretches across glossy mouth .
she could tease him till the cows come home , because his look absolutely screamed please know i'm punk . but ! she was feeling benevolent . " you're the master of cool , no one would dare say otherwise . "














