Sep 7, 2020
@jamesmichaeldutton contin. from >here<
Beth was working from home today, shuffling between files and folders, the attention back to the laptop on the sofa table in the gathering room of the big house. “Oh, Jamie…” She smirks, a saccharine sweet and condescending look all at once. “I wouldn’t be myself with you if I trusted you not to run with scissors. It’s too big of an ask and really, it would only maim you for the rest of your miserable rodent life. Oh, wait…” She beams as if the idea suddenly dawning made everything so clear. “We should start over. Ask me to be myself again!”