[PQ] Babies, Cramps, and Rashes

RexannA your battle-worn tongue doesn't say the truth anymore that you are ruined She pointed a look toward Remi with an amused huff of laughter. “It gets the job done quicker.” She angled her head with an almost ‘knowing’ look before chuckling with him. As they moved to move more of the furniture around, he began to speak again and she found her gaze slipping up to him with a hint of surprise before a harsher laugh barked out of her. “Sweetie, you can take them any way you like.” She began, grabbing onto another section of furniture and moving to place it in the rooms. “But leaving room for another is very considerate.” She retorted with a smirk. “Perhaps I’ll just watch?” She hummed before chuckling at that too, moving to rearrange more furniture and placing the decorations all around – opening up the place for pleasantries. It was nice being able to joke with Remi, to talk yet not talk about the things they had seen and had to do. There was that part within her that beamed at the enjoyment she got from this experience, and it was hard to contain. Regardless, she leaned against the door frame to one of the finished rooms and looked to Remi with a soft smile. “I’m glad you can finish fast – it takes me a bit longer on my own.” She managed to say, still in a purr, but a hint of amusement behind her eyes and smile. AND YOU WONDER WHY HE LETS YOU — THE BUTCHER TOUCH HIM — THE SUN

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