M’ady Imogen,
“M’lady,” Jayce subtly warns her, “it’s not nice to pull your step-brother’s hair so much.”
Yet the banter Imogen gives off, it’s more than likely that his step-sister hasn’t listened to a word from Jayce. The redhead sighs happily, knowing Imogen wants pull his hair anyways and refuses to release his hand.
“And I have a date with my fiancé too, M’lady..!”
“Then he has to come..!!” Imogen squeals of the most likely possibility, “I want Pole to come home and meet me!” But then she pouts and immediately retracts her hands back to fold her arms on her chest. Imogen looks pissed. “You should’ve made Paul meet me, Jayce! I could’ve made you a lovabler person for him..!!”
“Yeah--” The redhead exhales through his nostrils and pouts along with his step-sister, “..Could’ve made Paul fall for me even harder.” “Exactly..!!!” Imogen exclaims to her big step-brother and immediately extends her hands out to cup Jayce’s cheeks to squeeze them almost firmly, “Gotta think! Think more! Need better stra-jet-tee..!!”
“Strategy.” Jayce corrects his smarty stepsister with an amusing smile.
“Stra....” Imogen finds this more difficult than she thought! She clearly believes that she got the hard word down in her brain! “...Stra-te....spaghet...” Imogen puffs and sighs loudly of the difficulty she faces. “..Stra...te....”
“C’mon..” Jayce urges. Urges her to complete the hard word. “C’mon...”
“Stra...te...te...g..” She sounds stuck after ‘g’, “..g......y.” She sliences herself to process the word once again. “..Stra...te....gy...” A gasp comes from Jayce. Immediately, Jayce claps his hands to applaud his stepsister’s efforts. “Yaaay, you did it..!! M’lady did it..!!” He’s pretty enthusiastic and proud of Imogen.
“I did it...!!” Imogen cheers, “I did--Hey..!!” Imogen immediately pouts and folds her arms on top of her chest again. “You lied to me..!!”
“Lied?” Jayce gasps, feeling the appall of his suppose trickery on Imogen. He frowns puppy-like. “I did not..!!”
“Did!” “Did not!”
“Did..!!”
The front door creeks open and in comes Paul, “Hey, did you get my--”
“Pole..!!!” Imogen scoots off from the giant step of the stairs and rushes past Jayce to greet Paul. “Pole, pole, pole...!!!”
“Oh hey, m’lady~” Unfortunately Paul shuts his mouth too late.
Yeah, the first picture took some time to create--because lighting is essential for my well-being--and the second is really for extra practice with lighting yet again.
I...also made Imogen younger.. So she’s like, what, five to eight breathing years now. Pretty guudi. Pretty guudi years :ok_hand:. Nice to be posting a little bit here too :ok_hand:.