"You got a little something on your face, dear.." -- Licks her thumb and wipes it off. GOD VEE.
... is she grooming him.
"Uh... thanks, Vee."

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"You got a little something on your face, dear.." -- Licks her thumb and wipes it off. GOD VEE.
... is she grooming him.
"Uh... thanks, Vee."
"Heeey Nero."
My name isn't Nero so I'm just gonna keep listening to crappy old-people music.
-- CLEARS HER THROAT.
"Hm?"
What'd I do.
lenisdiabolus replied to your post: "-- Ghn.. You got any Pepto or something?
"My tummy feels like it’s killing itself, and I have to sneeze.." Pout. "I need real medicine.."
"... came to the wrong guy. I'm a shitty doctor, Vee."
But he plonks that sprite in front of her, and goes to fetch a box of tissues.
"-- Ghn.. You got any Pepto or something? I'm not feeling too good.." Didn't look the best either.
"I've got a sprite."
"... we don't usually have medicine in here... y'know, bein' demons and all —... uh, you okay?"
"Oh dude, come on. I'm only a bit buzzed." She giggled, hugging the male tightly. "If I was completely drunk I'd be getting naked or pole dancing right now." Even her own expression is gonna change a bit because that sounded really weird when saying that out loud--
Let's not dangle temptation here —
"... maybe you should go lay down."
Arms wrapped around his neck loosely, rosy lips carefully pressing against the corner of his mouth. She's feeling daring today, and kinda teasing. "Hey, cutie." She sang, a smile clear on her face. Cheek pinch~
Oh, alright. Nero’s face shoots red once he hurtles over the initial shock.
"Vee, y’smell like booze."
… it’s really all he can stammer as he curls some strong fingers around her arms, ready to pry her off if he’s gotta. The kid furrows his troubled brow and leans back the smallest bit — lips twitching with complicated emotion as she playfully tugs his cheek.
"-- Can I hold the snake please, Bunny..?" Eavesdropping yes.
"— go ask Gloria."