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slender fingers drum out onto the wood finish, opposite digits twirling throughout the very parts of which her hairline ends. head tilt ; pout painted the color of a rose turning upwards, flashing a sinister smirk at the subject as she refocuses her eyes on them – palm cruising it’s way down her neck and laying there to rest. dark eyes fluttering open wider to reveal a glint from the flourescent lights above. oh, was she milking this ! 

“ yeah ? THAT SO ? and whatever could it be that you’d want with lil ol’ me ? or is it … from, perhaps ? ” lips hang on to every syllable.