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Cookie Run:Kingdom Official!
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PUT YOUR BEARD IN MY MOUTH
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multimentium:
‘spitting image of his father’. The words swirled around and around her mind, bile gurgled at the back of suddenly dry throat. “Oh,” Morwenna squeaked, glistening eyes turn to look anywhere, anywhere that was not Valentine’s gaze, “do you do you reckon he is HAPPY?”
He blinked once, brows lifting.
“Happy? Oh------well enough, as I’ve said. S’pose he misses his mama. All boys need their mothers, don’t they?” He folded his bad leg over his good, shifting where he sat.
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“Oh------well enough. Spitting image of his father, I reckon------though o’course, I never met the chap.” He paused here, rubbing at one of his front teeth. “Spitting image of his grandmother, anyway.”
David's head slumped drunkenly into your lap.
He blinked once, eyes falling to where the other man had slumped——reaching after a moment to give him a conciliatory pat on the cheek before smiling faintly and looking off again.
“You said not go to the house. But I went, and you were not there. What is wrong? Why are you always away? Why do you not love Neta?”
And David Lake, too. Come in, David. Pray introduce yourself to anyone who does not yet have the privilege of your acquaintance.
Isabella-Rose hiked her skirts up to the knee to adjust her stocking, seemingly without a care for your presence.
“My dear girl——I am hardly one for modesty, but are you quite accustomed to doing that in the presence of all men? Or——is it only those of some family relation you’re so comfortable around?”
It's not fair!
“Not fair? Well, by all means——tell me what’s fair, then. C’mon——I’m all ears, m’dear. Don’t be shy about it.”
