"Hiiii." She breathes. This wasn't the smartest plan, on Pearl's part. She deeply risks spilling egg all over their feet, the way she forgets there's liquid between their fingertips and leans in too close. But their shoes are saved, and she just maintains her grip on the cup, resting her forehead close. She's practically forgotten about the crown already. It tips a little on her head, and Pearl lets it go askew. Crooked halos are better. "And there ARE term limits. Like, I won't rule NEXT year."
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Raw Eggs With A Prom Queen
Date: 2019-04-30 01:36 am (UTC)