❛ no, you’re a WOLVERINE now. much worse than a dog. you tear the sheets up, you piss everywhere, you smell like cigars all the live long day, and worst of all, you hurt my feelings. ❜HE WAVES THE BAG IN HER DIRECTION, almost now shaking it like a bag of treats before tossing it to her. he really did come in peace.
❛ yes, honey, i did. francois sends his regards. he also asks you to not send me again. apparently the french don’t like my face. whatever, i got my eclair. ❜
“ I don’t smell like cigars. I guess that leaves me with an OPENING. ” She reached up, and stretched to grab the bag without leaving her rather comfortable seat. “ Francois can suck it or lose good business. ”
