“No one’s helped me find the fucks I’m supposed to give that left me over ten years ago, so there’s no way I’m bothering in wishing for Pretty Boy to eat his damn veggies. Shove ‘em up his ass if you have to.”
She’s busy.
@ZiddyTribal "I'm not here for anyone else's approval. Never was. If people don't like me and they got legs, they're free to walk away. It ain't hard."
@symvuolos You've ever seen a more hetero, stuck-up establishment than this? Ugh. Glad we're crashing the party in style." Stares at a hetero couple making their way in. "My /god/. He's wearing a salmon shirt with /that/ suit? Tch. What scum. C'mon, Specs." She tugs him forward.
@symvuolos Aranea lets out a sigh of relief as she leans back against her seat. "Vroom, vroom, Specs." She exits out of the car and struts over to his side, opening the door for him with a smirk. "After you.~" Once he's out, she wraps an arm around his, staring at the restaurant. "God. +
@argxntxm "You fainted, shortcake. Whaddya think happened?" She clicks her tongue and stands to her full height, leaning on one foot more than the other with a hand on her hip. "Be glad I didn't try to bake for you." She'd have killed him.
@symvuolos "I won't deny we need a boring as hell man like Biggs to keep us in check, but man—this is why Wedge has to be /wild/, and we have a lot of+