PFFFF IF A MONSTER HAD ATTACKED YOU GUYS ON THE WAY HOME SHE'D TOTALLY HAVE BEEN ABLE TO HANDLE IT.
She follows him in, cheeks a raw shade of red.
"You can say that again... I feel like someone just ran a cheese-grater over my face..."
Once the door swings shut, she steps away from it, pulls her hat off, and SHAKES like a dog, dislodging the hefty white dusting that had settled on her shoulders, head, and in the collar of her coat on the way back. Because just pulling your coat off and asking for a towel like a normal person is for weenies.
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She follows him in, cheeks a raw shade of red.
"You can say that again... I feel like someone just ran a cheese-grater over my face..."
Once the door swings shut, she steps away from it, pulls her hat off, and SHAKES like a dog, dislodging the hefty white dusting that had settled on her shoulders, head, and in the collar of her coat on the way back. Because just pulling your coat off and asking for a towel like a normal person is for weenies.