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He looks like a cool drink of water
But he's candy-coated misery
He's the devil in disguise
A snake with blue eyes
But he's candy-coated misery
He's the devil in disguise
A snake with blue eyes
There's no solution Thorn can provide that will make this neat and simple. None she can, much as she's tried. Maybe Vesper could, but the very act of him doing so seems bound to undo whatever would remain tidy. With no clear answer, she finds it better to stop asking; isn't even certain she knows the question any more. Better to bury it, see if tomorrow unearths something new—bloom or rot.
Fingers curl against her pants, trying to find something smooth amid denim. "What?" she complains instantly, features narrowing into an affront on his behalf. "I expected you of all people to be organizing the most ridiculous flower float in town." Living up to his name and all. "Instead you're just working like it's any other day?" She rises with him in a tall stretch, groaning through it as her arms reach over her head and back. Without answering his question she moves towards the porch just the same, peppering out rebuttals the whole time.
"Who even needs the House when there's a fair to enjoy?" She already knows, because the House is always operating, just like her ranch—mouths to feed, just not with hay. "Couldn't you have a makeshift tent set up, sneak away to enjoy some of it in-between customers, or run back when you hear a bell?"
Fingers curl against her pants, trying to find something smooth amid denim. "What?" she complains instantly, features narrowing into an affront on his behalf. "I expected you of all people to be organizing the most ridiculous flower float in town." Living up to his name and all. "Instead you're just working like it's any other day?" She rises with him in a tall stretch, groaning through it as her arms reach over her head and back. Without answering his question she moves towards the porch just the same, peppering out rebuttals the whole time.
"Who even needs the House when there's a fair to enjoy?" She already knows, because the House is always operating, just like her ranch—mouths to feed, just not with hay. "Couldn't you have a makeshift tent set up, sneak away to enjoy some of it in-between customers, or run back when you hear a bell?"
He only comes out at night
Gives you feelings that you don't wanna fight
You better run for your life
He's a good time cowboy Casanova
Gives you feelings that you don't wanna fight
You better run for your life
He's a good time cowboy Casanova
Received a Gilded Market wig from Remi that resembles her usual hair and is enchanted to stay on better than most wigs | has a reverse centaur tattoo on her left hand with the legs going down her pointer and middle fingers that looks like this.
