"What can I say? I'm a man half-starved," I say. "In obvious need of Excolo's finest pies." Oh God, if Iago were here...
"You can prance around your shop all you want, but that's where I want you to make me forget my ex-husband."
"Prance? I don't prance." I'm still smirking a bit though, of course, backing towards the dressing room. "Strut, yes. If you're very lucky."
My shoes, my socks, they're easy enough to take off and kick into the corner once I'm behind the curtain. There's something amusing about all of this, especially now that she can't see me.
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Date: 2012-01-18 08:53 am (UTC)"What can I say? I'm a man half-starved," I say. "In obvious need of Excolo's finest pies." Oh God, if Iago were here...
"You can prance around your shop all you want, but that's where I want you to make me forget my ex-husband."
"Prance? I don't prance." I'm still smirking a bit though, of course, backing towards the dressing room. "Strut, yes. If you're very lucky."
My shoes, my socks, they're easy enough to take off and kick into the corner once I'm behind the curtain. There's something amusing about all of this, especially now that she can't see me.
I toss my pants out of the dressing room.