AISHA
when you look at me like
that what did you expect
that what did you expect
The raise in his eyebrows was a satisfying reaction, her grin widening to see it. It almost looked like he was about to say something, but instead he reached for the paper. Ugh, cumbersome was right, it'd been amusing at first but her wrist was growing tired of writing and her eyes of reading. It was really inconvenient, she certainly felt for him (and anyone who had to go through this with him on a regular basis).
His response was witty as expected, but would be given so much more bite should she hear it from his lips. Based on the laughs he'd given she could form what his voice might sound like, whereas he likely had no clue of her own resounding tone. She giggled lightly, then let out a soft sigh, reaching for the paper again, I hate writing. I wish we could talk, she wrote and unlike any of her other written comments it carried little sarcasm.
His response was witty as expected, but would be given so much more bite should she hear it from his lips. Based on the laughs he'd given she could form what his voice might sound like, whereas he likely had no clue of her own resounding tone. She giggled lightly, then let out a soft sigh, reaching for the paper again, I hate writing. I wish we could talk, she wrote and unlike any of her other written comments it carried little sarcasm.
i'd probably still adore you with
with your hands around my neck
with your hands around my neck
