[ okay, first of all it's the other way around?? HE should get off of HER, wtf. once heathcliff is stirred away - and quite annoyingly so - ishmael wastes no time in turning the tables around on him, grabbing his shoulders and flipping him around so that he's now lying down on the bed and she's straddling him.
don't ask. she's wearing nothing but an oversized white t-short and her underwear, and that's that. curiously, her signature headband is nowhere in sight. ]
Calm down. I keep telling you a billion times over to get off me, but you didn't listen. [ huffs, then crosses her arms together. ] When did you get here?
he deserves to be a trophy wife after his canto... rest now king
don't ask. she's wearing nothing but an oversized white t-short and her underwear, and that's that. curiously, her signature headband is nowhere in sight. ]
Calm down. I keep telling you a billion times over to get off me, but you didn't listen. [ huffs, then crosses her arms together. ] When did you get here?