Bridget muttered something under his breath about 'growing up', but knew better than to actually physically resist. He and Seifer had been in knock down drag outs before, and it never ended well for Bridget. So rather than escalate this any further, he dropped down to his knees and turned up his eyes to the elder brother, swallowing his pride. He really wanted that hot dog.
"May I... please, have some meat," Bridget's tone was sweet enough that it was hard to tell he was doing this begrudgingly. Maybe he overdid it a bit.
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Date: 2016-03-17 05:49 am (UTC)"May I... please, have some meat," Bridget's tone was sweet enough that it was hard to tell he was doing this begrudgingly. Maybe he overdid it a bit.