“Copping a feel, Grue?” Imp mocked, as she let herself half-spin and collapse lengthwise on the couch.
Hehe.
Good, she has a sense of humor that fits with her impy aesthetic. 🙂
“Making sure it isn’t tight enough to cut off her circulation.”
“Ah. You an expert on that stuff? I didn’t take you for a bondage freak,” she stretched.
Ahaha! I like this girl so far.
…
I mean he does wear a lot of leather… 😉
He sighed, “Just get the generator.”
“I just lay down.”
“So stand up and then get the generator,” he ordered.
She made a show of slowly standing and, with exaggerated motions, dragging herself over to the box Tattletale had brought.
Between the half-spin and this, she seems kinda dramatic. I like it.
She retrieved a black plastic portable generator that wasn’t much bigger than a microwave oven. She acted like it was ten times heavier than it was as she hauled it over toward the spot where Sophia sat.
As I was saying 😛