sxpphicvibes
CONT’.
“ I don’t know;; Looks like you’re starting to get GRANDMA fingers.” Lips draw out, corners upturned. Dart eyebrows dart upwards, as tones lower. “God;; You know, I really don’t appreciate TUNA in the morning.” Sharp features pull tautly, emeralds roll skyward. As, an ivory hand swats the others away.









