(the well-dressed wolf of the party seems to be playing wallflower again, as usual. she's got her champagne flute in her gloved hand and looking almost like she wanted to be there (no, no she does not) with how the atmosphere is. the party is bumping, drugs are flowing, and alcohol bubbling. she didn't come over to play the games this time after her past few experiences, but texas did blink slowly at spotting stelle coming on by up to her.
slow, catlike (funny because wolf), and very confused.
how the hell did she get a motorcycle in the hallways? better yet, why is she riding it in a dress, and why did she....huh? is this where she's supposed to be rizzed up now by her? rizzed up, flirting, and going along with it, maybe. texas is more confused where the accent came from, it sounded forced unlike croissant's own that she always remembers. the southern drawl that hung heavily off her voice and how she'd yell "baws" instead of boss. ugh, fuck. now she's thinking about home again and missing her friends.
the ones that weren't there, anyway. or to be more specific, the ones that were part of that gang of chaotic misfits that was known as penguin logistics. she almost wants to ask stelle if she even knows how to drive, texas might be better suited to doing the driving more than her too thinking about it. don't worry about the long pause, she's just considering how to respond at first and then:)
Think it'd be better if I did the driving.
(purely because of that dress having the possibility of ripping if stelle did keep driving.)
b even if she isnt dan heng, she will definitely judge either way
slow, catlike (funny because wolf), and very confused.
how the hell did she get a motorcycle in the hallways? better yet, why is she riding it in a dress, and why did she....huh? is this where she's supposed to be rizzed up now by her? rizzed up, flirting, and going along with it, maybe. texas is more confused where the accent came from, it sounded forced unlike croissant's own that she always remembers. the southern drawl that hung heavily off her voice and how she'd yell "baws" instead of boss. ugh, fuck. now she's thinking about home again and missing her friends.
the ones that weren't there, anyway. or to be more specific, the ones that were part of that gang of chaotic misfits that was known as penguin logistics. she almost wants to ask stelle if she even knows how to drive, texas might be better suited to doing the driving more than her too thinking about it. don't worry about the long pause, she's just considering how to respond at first and then:)
Think it'd be better if I did the driving.
(purely because of that dress having the possibility of ripping if stelle did keep driving.)