 post 4 (reacting) Lil' gooz | Sarangel | Junior Dweeb
Holy guacamole. Grayson Whitlock was probably a PROFESSIONAL or something, or else he should've been, 'cause look at him in that costume. He was GOOD. Norah had decided. She giggled into her hands as she watched him pat his hair and nearly exploded into belly laughs when hs fluttered his eyelashes. Except she didn't, 'cause politeness remember? She didn't want to disrupt their big moment. And Dante as a big ol' giant? PRICELESS. She'd have to congratulate Professor Botros on that one.
Wiggling impatiently, she watched and watched for a bazillion years. It was almost her turn, right? RIIIIGHT?
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