[For a moment, he eyes her up and down, frowning. Dressed up in that costume, she looks like one of those models in the old Playboy magazines he kept behind a loose brick in the wall of his room back home. A skinny little doe-eyed thing with damn impressive boobs. But you know, she'd be more impressive if she wasn't so obviously a spoiled brat. Not that he's got a reason to be picky, but he hates people like that, people who have stuff handed to them all their lives.
He rolls his eyes. Yeah, she's probably just messing with him anyways.]
Whatever you say, Princess.
[He snorts and gets back to sweeping.] Wouldn't want to break a nail.
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He rolls his eyes. Yeah, she's probably just messing with him anyways.]
Whatever you say, Princess.
[He snorts and gets back to sweeping.] Wouldn't want to break a nail.