[Listen, if she had a handkerchief or literally anything to wipe his nose with--wait, he doesn't even have any boogers hanging from his nose. He's just trying to get a rise out of her. She doesn't know how Heine puts up with this.
Nill huffs and plops down into the grass. It's soft, like her dresses, and she runs the palm of her hand over the blades. The blonde looks over to him once more and sticks out her tongue. Just for good measure.]
sorry for the delay!
Nill huffs and plops down into the grass. It's soft, like her dresses, and she runs the palm of her hand over the blades. The blonde looks over to him once more and sticks out her tongue. Just for good measure.]