+ {Is he cute? Or is he just tall?}
Jane eyes the man up and down.
Recovering with a minuscule shake of the head, she cleared her throat. “Aaaah… What makes you think I’m a good thing?”
ᴡᴇ ᴀʀᴇ ᴍᴀᴅᴇ ᴏғ 𝓈𝓉𝒶𝓇𝓈,
ᴡᴇ ᴡɪʟʟ ɴᴏᴛ ɢᴏ ᴅᴏᴡɴ 𝓆𝓊𝒾𝑒𝓉𝓁𝓎...
─ ✧ #ᴍᴀʀᴠᴇʟ ʀᴘ
─ ✧ #ᴀᴜ #ᴏᴄ﹠#ᴄʀᴏssᴏᴠᴇʀ ғʀɪᴇɴᴅʟʏ
─ ✧ #ʟᴅᴍ ᴡʀɪᴛᴇʀ
─ ✧ ᴘᴇɴɴᴇᴅ ʙʏ: #ᴅɪᴄᴋ
─ ✧ ꜱᴏʟᴏ: tl.gd/n_1sqsse5
“Oh really?” She said, feeling the the oh-so hard to ignore spark of annoyance his very presence brought.
“How’s that cheek of yours feeling?” She said with raised brow, remembering the first time she met the God of mischief.
With the strong urge to roll her eyes at him, Jane’s normally lush brims tightened into a thin line while she cast him in the glaring shadow of her ‘stink-eye’.
“They do. They also teach us not to be so openly rude to one another.”