men here are so yellow - bellied && contrived . ohhh im sooo saddd 💔 i m gonna go drink my liver to mush ohhhh 💔
have some real machismo and do black tar heroin .
do your balls hang or not .
her hips shift before the rest of her body does, both impossibly languid and too smooth, seating herself on the clearest spot she could pinpoint. though perhaps the edges of a few papers trapped under her disagree.
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inelegantly pushing herself up to sitting, shirt and hair ruffled — so unlike her usually pristine presentation. brows knit together in a scowl, sulky and childish.
“oh, what? ‘m not allowed a tea break now?”
cold fingers pull back, a cackle of laughter half projected through nasal passage erupts along with a genuine grin, a flash of teeth, and though they glint of gold it lasts but a second.
"Oh, I'm sure, you look 𝘳𝘦𝘦𝘦𝘢𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘭 busy." The half-rasped voice coos.
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and her voice morphing into a louder, more petulant whine of protest. she shifts, hand batting blindly at the offending touch.
“s’not nice,” she whinges, “can’t y’see i’m busy?”