Also considering his waistline, he really shouldn’t be judging a contest based on eating.
Then again, he’d know better than anyone else.
I don’t know, you’re the one that asked. I just said I could do it. … the dress looks good, anyways, leave it. [Huffs.] Now turn back around so I can keep working.
Right! *turns back around and continues flipping through magazine* I wanted to see if I could trick people into thinking I was Molly… We look similar enough, think it would work?
[Pokerface.] … you’re going to have to stuff your bra.
(Source: pixiv.net)
Mhm— [Yawns, scratching his fingers back through his hair and squinting in further confusion.] Your— what now? Hf… hate to break it to you, but that man hasn’t been sane since I met him, Gill— [Lets out a low breath and glances around his door frame toward the city as if expecting to see smoke and flames.] What’d he do now?
[Shoves a copy of the flyer in his face, still fuming.] He’s a nightmare, Chase! An absolutely nightmare! He won’t listen to reason! So I’ve quit my job and left home. I have a small support system growing in retaliation. We intend to chain ourselves to the building site, should it come to that. Can I count on you to join?
[Leans back from the flyer with a sneer, dropping the hand from his hair to take it and steady it in front of his eyes for a glance over.] … hf… [Reads over the paper a couple of times before his eyebrow twitches upward sharply.] … what the.
Dude, Gill… where did your dad get pink ink?
/giggles mischievously before realizing he doesn’t like it, then starts to pout/ Yeah, delicious! /wipes some off with her finger and offers it to him/ Come on, here! You should try it! It tastes good, I promise!
[Continues making the face even as she looks disappointed.] How is that delicious, it’s all over my hair— [Eyes follow her hand upwards and back down in front of his face, continuing to scowl.] … goddess, Maya, that’s disgusting. … [Sighs heavily.]
