Mordacity
Inquisitive tone had heightened with superficial charm as deadened ash irises cast downward sneak peak of the iced coffee. Through narrowed lens.
Massacre
“Triggered?” Appears seated upon her head, voluptuous banana hammock resting upon forehead. “Weren’t you picking samples for a brat just yesterday? Bipolar?” He asked.
Mordacity
“Not mentally. I checked out some time earlier in the week, fatigue is a real drag.” Masculine resonance projected his voice commandingly from not too far off. “What flavor?” An =>
Tempting_Nevaeh
Her own phone would buzz with an alert. "Got it." She said pulling out her phone to read the text. "But lemme have a quick word witcho." She said before pulling her off to mails.
Tempting_Bunny
