[act cool, is what she keeps thinking to herself, taking a step into the familiar house, and wondering if this is really as smart of a plan as rocket had made it out to be.
at least her hair is long enough to hide the very obvious paws on her shoulders.]
Hey, Sam. [βinto the kitchen, first.] You're doing the cooking again.
[no surprises there. are they the first here? it seems like they're a little early. scrunching her nose, she motions towards the speaker on the counter.]
no subject
at least her hair is long enough to hide the very obvious paws on her shoulders.]
Hey, Sam. [βinto the kitchen, first.] You're doing the cooking again.
[no surprises there. are they the first here? it seems like they're a little early. scrunching her nose, she motions towards the speaker on the counter.]
Marvin Gaye?
[nothing's amiss, here.]