♔ ー ❝oh? Marlowe, I was simply pulling your leg.❞ Gently taps his cheek with her palm.
ー ❝we have certainly passed that stage, my dear. You’re looking awfully grumpy today, darlingー what has your feathers ruffled?
“You awfully know how to cut a nerve, don’t you, Sweetheart? My feathers had been plucked clean, so clean that there is nothing left of it. It looks like I can no longer give you the ride that I so wished to give you.”
♔ ー ❝nerves are certainly not the only thing I sever, dear.❞ cue a certain charm drizzled over a chuckle she gives. ❝I’m sure your unicorn will!❞ Miranda, don’t be a bitch.
