 • HuffleStud • Knight of The Zodiac • Manly Beard-Grower • Cicatrice de Harry •
If the eyes of daggers met the blues of Curtis' own eyes, they would have all but been cushioned by the imaginary hearts that escaped his eyes in place. In addition to selective hearing, I..... need ...... I want your...... that were likely stiffleed from the shrunken head's commentary in place as his imagination went wild. "Your wish is my command," His lips had gotten dry from his lack of speech before he wet them quickly with his own tongue.
Curtis was impressed by her strike. His nerves were slightly on edge with either scenario. If he won, his ego would love that... but not for long if she took it personally. He would have to kiss those servings goodbye. But if he lost, he wouldn't hear the end of it... and maybe he wanted to hear it all. Huh... I actually want to lose. He smirked, expecting her to blow him out of the water. He supposed he could lean back in the chair with his arms folded behind his head letting his own legs separate for comfort when...
Oh. He won. By one point. Before he had time to compliment her choice of words on the matter. Sadie was rushing over with a purposeful look on her face. Get up. We're going. Well, this was it. The end of the date and his chances of seeing her again- We can have some ruddy pie at my flat.
Curtis blinked momentarily as she was heading off. Only a moment did the largest smile emerge on his face when she turned before he zipped right up with vigor collecting their jackets before heading off after her. Chances are a number of the shrunken heads were either shaking their heads or chuckling with banter at the matter.
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