HARPER
The tables have most definitely turned. Is this how it feels to be on the receiving end of such forthright flirtations? Harper isn't sure if he should be commending himself or punching himself in the face for having been the initiator so many times. But it's not enough to stop him from gathering a boyish smile. "Time and place and I'll be there." Trying to grasp the upper hand, determined not to be so placid and boring when he's certainly not.
The quip still takes him off guard, promoting a snorting laugh that's more choke than exhale, but the amusement is clear nonetheless. "Where are your manners? Save those questions for the date handsome." With a wink he turns and with a flick of his wrist sends his chosen stone flying hard at one of the squirrel's buddies, sending moss spraying like a mini explosion at it's feet as it goes skittering away from the projectile. It's definitely more amusing than he'd anticipated.
The quip still takes him off guard, promoting a snorting laugh that's more choke than exhale, but the amusement is clear nonetheless. "Where are your manners? Save those questions for the date handsome." With a wink he turns and with a flick of his wrist sends his chosen stone flying hard at one of the squirrel's buddies, sending moss spraying like a mini explosion at it's feet as it goes skittering away from the projectile. It's definitely more amusing than he'd anticipated.
caught in this reckless raging fury
that they call the love of God
that they call the love of God
