Grumbling a bit. Wiggling around a bit, just enough to aim... Thwip! "Got your phone!"

The most adorable, frustrated puppy dog eyes you've ever seen. She's not actually that upset, but she's definitely going to play like she is. "Babe. What is this."

"You KNOW art? So you're saying I'm not as pretty as art?" Angry face. Throwing the phone — with a web cushion around it so as not to actually damage it. "So you just hate me, then?"

The hand on her face is so sweet it nearly makes her break character, but she's stubborn. Turning away with a huff and crossing her arms.

swinging straight into the portal. no idea nor care where it's headed. all vibes. x.com/nosnowfIakes/s…

Tilting her head. Just enough so it's not clear if she's pulling away or giving up more of her chin. "You know, if you think I'm so ugly that you don't want me to be your phone background, you can just say so."

that is a concerning sentence.

"Oh do you? After you hurt my feelings soOoOoO terribly?" She almost laughs at herself. Almost.

She doesn't pull away. She's bullied Felicia enough. Grinning into the kiss, arms wrapping around her shoulders. "Mm, you're still in trouble."

all i do is win.

i agree , eating a little pussy is good for the soul

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i- hm. i don't think so. maybe.

time will tell

currently on a hiatus but here’s a quick sketch

i need her in ways that god shouldn't see

Good morning New York. Don't tell me that it's the afternoon no it isn't.