Zestial had been feeling a bit sluggish lately, catching a noticeable cough more and more frequently.
One day, Zestial had a VERY bad coughing fit, holding a tissue over his face before casting the tissue in the trash.
If [READER] looked into the can, they would see a tissue-
❝ Are you telling me what to do? ❞ a flick of the ear gave away he wasn't found of being told such thing.
But - she was 4 foot nothing, hand no arms and could be defeated by a strong wind.
❝ That's adorable. ❞
If it wasn’t for the indication of her inability to keep a straight face, he would have declined - but she was clearly unable to keep the act.
❝Well doesn’t that sound wonderful! You scatter along and I’ll be right behind you, Sweets.❞
"If we both stink, 𝘸𝘩𝘺 𝘥𝘰𝘯'𝘵 𝘸𝘦 𝘫𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘨𝘰 𝘵𝘢𝘬𝘦 𝘢 𝘴𝘩𝘰𝘸𝘦𝘳 𝘵𝘰𝘨𝘦𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳, 𝘩𝘮? 𝘐𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘸𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘵?"
The way she's just waving around her hands, exasperated. She was pulling from one of Angel Dust's scripts by now, her face beet red.