❛ C’MON, MAL. ❜ CHIN IS RESTED on her hands with a lithe bob, leaning forward across the table. painted toes wriggle in their boots as legs stretch out and fold primly, prettily over the other. hands come to lay upon the tabletop, outstretched, reinforcing her fervor as honey sweet tones lilt and spill from rosebud lips with rising cadence. ❛ You’ll look great - I promise ! ❜
( @rottencored | ❤ )









