@thatchergreene liked for a starter
Usually, their informal clothing exchange goes smoothly. Today isn’t turning out to be usual at all. Slutty clothing is her norm, sure, but not like t h i s. “Uh...” Lifting the tank top Thatcher had borrowed into the air, she lifts a brow at the nearly linear tear positioned right down the middle. It takes everything she has not to burst out into laughter, and to distract herself away from doing just that, she tosses it underhandedly in the blonde’s general direction.
“Did you get in a fight with a goddamn lion?”











