miss-arizona:
arizona’s head snapped up when someone responded. “oh. sorry, i didn’t realize you were standing there.” she said, shaking her head slightly, she was a little out of it clearly. “besides, i don’t just choose to wear paint covered pants, i teach little kids this is just part of the job.”
gwen’s lips pulled into a grimace, as she mentioned teaching kids. “ew,” she muttered, though it was meant to be more to herself than the teacher. “you should like... get a facial or something. treat yourself and all that shit to wash off grubby little children’s hands.”
















