"Aw, don't change your mind on account of me," Ces protests, laughing, fingers reaching forward just enough to clink her nails against the side of the glass. "Stick and umbrella in it, honey, and anything's fine."
She leans in closer, slides her grip the rest of the way around, catching up the cup and Pearl's fingers. "Did I tell you you were totally made to wear a crown yet?" She has. Definitely. But just in case.
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Raw Eggs With A Prom Queen
Date: 2019-04-29 02:46 am (UTC)She leans in closer, slides her grip the rest of the way around, catching up the cup and Pearl's fingers. "Did I tell you you were totally made to wear a crown yet?" She has. Definitely. But just in case.