❛ AND KIDS GET HURT WHEN THEY LICK THINGS THEY’RE NOT SUPPOSED TO, DOLL. s’just the way it works. ❜ she had charm, that was one thing he could admit to, though so juvenile, nothing like that should ever work on him. his hands would never reach into a cradle that ladies her age, but roscoe was a man who never turned down the thrill of the game —— the chase for excitement and her act was more than enough to graze against his interests. the soft smirk to have formed against lips that had him captivated since the beginning left his eyebrow to raise in amusement at her words. ❛ kid, you wouldn’t even know the beginning of “ bad. “ ❜ a low husk of a voice with hand grazed at her hip, a soft hover against fabric before being pulled away. posture straightened away from the mark of faux-innocence that had pulled him in in the first place, the smirk on his lips shinned in more mischievous lights. ❛ and i ain’t gonna show you, jailbait. sure you’ve got a lot more fun friends down in the playpens. ❜
he had a lick of sense about him. sense and hesitation. si would arch forward into his delicate hover as long as it existed, and would drop down on the ball of her feet, returning to her own vices, the moment it disappeared. there clearly stood a many of years between them. childishly wide eyes could recognize experience she had to look forward too. but bad was not something she’d yet to learn prior freshman year. “ do you often assume what one would not know? ” crossing her hands behind her back, the slim girl stepped toward the man again, her lips turning low as brown hues studied the sharp expression of the other closely. “ grown ups are more fun than children. don’t think i would get along with babies so well. ”