(‿!‿) ԅ(≖‿≖ԅ) - Victor *waggles eyebrows*
Send (‿!‿) ԅ(≖‿≖ԅ) to grab my muse’s butt
In a single smooth movement, Guin immediately had her blade millimeters away from his throat. Not her lightsaber blade, though. The vibro-shiv she kept hidden in her boot. She rarely ever used the thing, but it was good for when she didn’t want people to know she was a Gray Jedi. And for when people did something like this. “A single kiss does not give you the right to grab my rear, understand?” she asked quietly, her tone cold. “Try it again without my consent, and you will lose the hand.”












