A chesire grin curled upon painted lips, stretching from ear to ear. Did she hear what she thought she did? Oh yeah, she did. She thought her tits were cute, not that she didn’t know that already.
“Thanks. Yer pretty cute yourself.“
❝y'don’t need t'tell me things i already know, baby.❞
cas folded her arms acorss her chest loosely, nose slightly turned up in the air without a flying fuck given about her ‘snooty’ and 'bitchy’ first impression.
❝i do think they, and you’d be much cuter wit'out cloths on, but hey, might as well at least go out for cake first.❞
