"Okay, okay! Don't whine if you can't pick it up, though, you asked for this."
He clicks through the menu, and as the loading screen pops up he touches his hair with light fingertips. "You think so?" he asks, "thanks! I try, it takes a little while, you know. And if you wanted, I could do yours... You'd be even cuter with a pomp." He's coloring over the apples of his cheeks as the map loads.
Not for the first time, he's really glad the game gave him Roxane for a client. She's the best troll-buddy he could ask for: pretty, and sweet, and a total badass to boot. Grandpa's constant stories about asking his grandma out on a date and subsequent stories about how to treat a lady so she'd appreciate your totally-rocking gentlemanly soul are starting to take on grandpa's probable original meaning all of a sudden. He clears his throat, so nervous he misses the firing button and hauls up the pause menu instead. "Whoops," he says, unpausing, and tries to drag his attention away from Roxane and back on the television.
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He clicks through the menu, and as the loading screen pops up he touches his hair with light fingertips. "You think so?" he asks, "thanks! I try, it takes a little while, you know. And if you wanted, I could do yours... You'd be even cuter with a pomp." He's coloring over the apples of his cheeks as the map loads.
Not for the first time, he's really glad the game gave him Roxane for a client. She's the best troll-buddy he could ask for: pretty, and sweet, and a total badass to boot. Grandpa's constant stories about asking his grandma out on a date and subsequent stories about how to treat a lady so she'd appreciate your totally-rocking gentlemanly soul are starting to take on grandpa's probable original meaning all of a sudden. He clears his throat, so nervous he misses the firing button and hauls up the pause menu instead. "Whoops," he says, unpausing, and tries to drag his attention away from Roxane and back on the television.