[ it's not a huge surprise the magic word is lost on her, but nice to have the confirmation. luke shifts his weight idly from one hip to another, like a sloth finding a more comfy lazing position on a particularly cozy branch, and slouches sideways into the cell corner, side of a bare foot tapping distractedly against the cool floor. ]
Sure that's the winning strategy?
[ asked in the same tone of "you sure we should do taco bell for lunch? i heard their meat's only 20% real meat". luke clicks his tongue, casting his eyes out beyond the cell bars. ]
lol nah never be sorry, i'm a huge atla fan, i love her
Sure that's the winning strategy?
[ asked in the same tone of "you sure we should do taco bell for lunch? i heard their meat's only 20% real meat". luke clicks his tongue, casting his eyes out beyond the cell bars. ]
Gotta tell you, one-man I Spy gets hella boring hella fast.