continued from x. / @dearestdead
the appendage waves valiantly in some attempt to express her gratitude, and the ogre promptly locks his jaw to keep from gaping after the spindly, skeletal thing. hey, was the thought that counted, right?
“ aheh, ask for your hand? ” a nervous bout of laughter nearly gave away the game as one grubby, green finger pointed after the projectile forelimb. should he run after it? was that considered rude?
no. not his arm. not his problem. funny, though. “ does it, uh... always go off on it’s own? ”