The Snow with an edge

Sara Snow || 19 years of age ||. Not always the most welcoming person so watch yourself, I tend to be a little icy.

[halfchewed-gus]

“Well she actually lives with me now. Awkward.”

[spike-snow-blog]

“I’m gonna keep my comments to myself.”

[halfchewed-gus]

“This sweater? Oh it’s Tink’s.”

[spike-snow-blog]

[country-fawn-city-fawn]

“Need help or something?”

[spike-snow-blog]

“No, I’m fine. I--I’ve got this. I have no idea what I’m doing, but I’ve got it.”

[country-fawn-city-fawn]

“You certainly seem rushed…”

[spike-snow-blog]

“You think?”

[spike-snow-blog]

“No I have to-- fuck, that’s on backwards.”

[otis-samson-blog]

“That’s what I’m saying! Get some fresh air, some food, good times. I mean really how could it go wrong?”

[spike-snow-blog]

“I can’t think of a single way. So lead the way, Otis.”

[otis-samson-blog]

“So I’m thinking since it’s finals and all we should get dinner tonight to take a break instead of waiting.”

[spike-snow-blog]

“I like the sound of that. Take a little time away from the stress.”

[otis-samson-blog]

“I like that.”

[spike-snow-blog]

“Well thank you. I am pretty fond of it.”

[otis-samson-blog]

“Well that’s what I like to hear! I’m Otis.”

[spike-snow-blog]

“Well you can call me Spike.”

[slushie--king-blog]

“I did.”

[spike-snow-blog]

“I’ve seen you naked. You’re not my schnookums.”

[slushie--king-blog]

“I am your damn cinnamon apple, your little schnookums, you couldn’t beat me up.”

[spike-snow-blog]

“Did you just call yourself my little schnookums?”

[slushie--king-blog]

“You wouldn’t dare.”

[spike-snow-blog]

“Are you 100% confident about that though?”

[slushie--king-blog]

“Yeah well, I want fro-yo, so.”

[spike-snow-blog]

“I’m gonna beat you up.”

[slushie--king-blog]

“Don’t be fucking rude - have you got the goods or not? Mama didn’t raise no cheapskate.”

[spike-snow-blog]

“I’ve got lots of goods. You know that. --But no, I don’t have fro-yo.”

[slushie--king-blog]

“I mean, if you’ve got a free coupon for fro-yo, I could think about giving you a hit of this.”

[spike-snow-blog]

“If you don’t give me a hit of that I’m gonna hit you.”

[otis-samson-blog]

“No offense. But no.” You look like a girl who doesn’t give a shit about what some guy thinks.”

[spike-snow-blog]

“Well you’re spot on with that because I really couldn’t give two shits about what someone thinks. Plus I dance for about 7 to 8 hours every day so I need real food, not salads. Though, if you are gonna take me out to eat you’re gonna have to tell me your name first.”

[otis-samson-blog]

“Deal. At leaxt for the love of god don’t order salad?”

[spike-snow-blog]

“--Do I honestly look to you like someone that’s gonna order a salad?”