 Snake disguised as Raven Browncoat
Was she trying to rub it in his face? Because if so, it was working. It was really, really working.
"Neptune," he put his hands on her shoulders and moved her away from his face. Maybe she didn't understand just how not-wanting-to-talk-about-it he was. "You know it's a bruise and I told you Fletcher put it there. How do you think I got it?" |