@savef1le ☠ continued from here.
❝ 𝐇𝐌𝐌 , 𝐘𝐄𝐒 - ❞ Golden eyes glance left, then right. Spotting no one around, they turn back to Puck's mischievous scamp of a lover.
❝ You can blame his father for that, I suspect. ❞ And, no doubt, his auntie Iago. Certainly not Puck, though. ( Of course not. She's a responsible mother. )
A smirk tugs at the half-elf's mouth. Her hands begin to wander, fingers hooking in PJ's belt loops to tug him closer before slipping down into the pockets on his ass.
A pause. She blinks - then a laugh bubbles up in her chest that morphs into a hideous ( see: endearing ) snicker.
❝ Sweetheart, you need to stitch these up ! ❞
A clawed finger pokes through one of the pocket's fraying seams & wiggles. The laughter continues.
❝ You don't make a very good trash can, either - ❞