He wrapped his tentacles around her.
All the girly girls are like that if they don't try to be your friend. He gently grabbed the sides of her stomach and hugged her.
You're not the only one who thinks he's weird. Not to mention, he has other particular...habits, if I could call it that that I probably can't type about here. He nuzzled her to encourage her.
No, his degree was someting about computers or accounting or something like that. He just likes arguing with himself about politics apparently. "With force, not speed."
My brother watches politics all day and he argues to himself about them so loud that I can hear him in my parents' room. "Flap them as hard as you can."
About 3/4 through the school year, I noticed that my Reading teacher acted like my mom without the menopausal rage. "With your wings or your legs?"
At first he thought it was a fly, then he called it the Installation Wizard 'cause I was installing a stupid Nancy Drew game he got me that my desktop couldn't even handle without its fan going beserk. He sighed happily.
I always loved watching Bobobo-bo Bo-bobo. The only time I remember laughing harder than when I watched that show was when my dad had no clue what my Sephiroth cursor was. "I'll be your teacher."
Who is coming according to your convention calender? "You'll need flying lessons once you feel better then."
Who is he again? The only things I have trouble remembering are names and numbers. "Will my blood help you?"
He kissed the top of her head.
He cradled her. "I don't mind carrying you."
"It depends." He said as he returned her to her normal age.
He pulled her out and dried her off.
"Being sunk in water like you are now."
"And that's why I'm giving you a bath."
"It's alright. That's normal for you during our love-making. It means you were enjoying yourself."
"I think it's your body fluid." "Care for my pups."
"That's not blood." "Not yet."
He shrugged. "Of course."
