[ the hair, he says? she just threw her favourite heels god only knows where and he is worried about his hair?
priorities, man. ] Don't stand there, then. [ you fucking lemon. where else was she supposed to toss things in shock? six starts towards the direction of his voice, moving slow and carefully in case she trips over one of her shoes.
or, you know, she could ask him for a hand finding them. that'd be easier. ] ... Find my shoes. Thanks.
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priorities, man. ] Don't stand there, then. [ you fucking lemon. where else was she supposed to toss things in shock? six starts towards the direction of his voice, moving slow and carefully in case she trips over one of her shoes.
or, you know, she could ask him for a hand finding them. that'd be easier. ] ... Find my shoes. Thanks.