[But fine, she'll just rest her head on his shoulder and lay there. There's bits of flowers falling from her, and she feels lighter. Maybe she's finally done enough for this stupid, made up disease.]
Your horns make it hard to get anywhere near your face.
[She says, tilting her head to knock against one slightly.]
no subject
[But fine, she'll just rest her head on his shoulder and lay there. There's bits of flowers falling from her, and she feels lighter. Maybe she's finally done enough for this stupid, made up disease.]
Your horns make it hard to get anywhere near your face.
[She says, tilting her head to knock against one slightly.]