Apr 13, 2018
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“Well excuuuuse me, grumpy gills.” She allows the thin braid to slip from between her fingers, unable to hold back a smirk as it hits him on the cheek.
“For your information, Santa is totally real. He brings me beans for Christmas.” she states matter-of-factly, wincing as the wrappings on her arm jostle the wound slightly. Ouch.
“I was just...testing the strength of your braid-game. Good job, it didn’t come undone this time.”