She’s just sat how she was, but with her legs crossed and an angry look on her blush-stricken face.

“ y’know, laughing at me for it, and, like, all the other shit you usually get up to.. “

Muttering under her breath, even though her words still carry that same (attempt at) bite.

tch…. fucking… ugh, shut up..

she’s a little stunned at him returning it, staring at his hands, but-

“ … y’think this shit’s funny, yeah? go on, get it over with, you pipsqueak, ugh… “

oh, for fucks’—

( Arms folding under her tits. )

Spit it out, brat. 💢

…. what. 💢

that smile never means anything good with you, runt.

of /course/ it was —

.. sh — shut up, shut the fuck up, die, explode, die, she’s gonna ..

…

………. does he, like, actually think so .. ?

….,,,,,,,,,,ah—

wh —

since when was he—

•/////////////////•

Your guess is as good as mine!!

Shit, just.. used to be a guy, woke up one morning like this, every damn outfit I ever bought turned into a variation of one of three outfits, a damn dress or a leotard or whatever, n’ just never fuckin’ stopped!

Guess I was .. kinda an asshole before that. 💧

I—

L- Look, I’unno!! Shit lasted a couple years, n’ then I caught a break, n’ now …

Ugh … 💢

( Eyes linger on the lens, and he can feel her tense up as the smaller boy’s arm wraps comfortably around her.

Compliment hits perfectly, and she’s just.. stunned! )

Wh- That- T-The fuck do you—?!

Huh? Wh-

Ugh, I was joking, you little brat.

( … up she comes, though, standing with that standard pout next to him - arms folded under her tits. )

C’mon, then.