Phoebe
Phoebe glared up at him, rolling her eyes as she did so. He says assssiffen he ain’t a painnnin my ass er-day.” she grumbled. But at least he got off which did make it easier to breathe. The last thing she wanted though was to sleep next to him after all of this, so she pulled herself to her feet and teetered dangerously to a hard chair. She curled up on it, one side leaning against the wall. She was quite content actually…until that nagging feeling came back again. She squirmed uncomfortably and grumbled under her breath. Why now of all times?! She didn’t want anything to do with Jata, thank you very much body!
loving you was the most exquisite
form of self destruction
form of self destruction
