Redheaded Wallflower

              ❝  that’s    MISTER WEST ,   to you. ❞    

                  ❝ ————— dentures. ❞    

“You can’t take it back. I heard you, loud and clear.”

He reaches out and ruffles her hair. Good girl. Good daddy’s girl. 

       “And I appreciate it, even though you were telling me everything I do is moronic.”

          “ Maybe I wouldn’t think you act moronic if you didn’t pet me every time I do something you think is cute? ”

     Other than a slight head jerk in the opposite direction, she knew resistance would be futile. Instead a pout settles into her features, one he’s seen countless times before: very presently upset, but with no venom or grudge behind it.

          Oh God dammit.

          him? the smell was coming from him? he frowned, perplexed by her analyzation of the situation. he cleared his throat and smiled tightly. 

          “i am wearing cologne. yes. sauvage. it’s dior. why?”

     “ --I’m gonna be honest, this is awkward whether I’m right or wrong, so if you’d prefer that I leave you alone, I can definitely do that. I’ve just never met a-- well there was one time, but I never actually talked to the guy, so. ” The possibility that she’s completely wrong and will sound insane is pretty strong at this point, if she doesn’t already sound insane.

Hey anon! If you’re referring to my icons of this asshole:

That’s just my faceclaim for him, Brandon Routh. If you’re referring to any old-looking videos on there of a guy dressed up like him, that was clips from an old show from the 80s i think. It was one of those framed tv blocks where he introduced the cartoons coming on and popped in before and after commercial breaks.