You hear a snap. Then a “Tsk.” He’s standing there in a silk trench coat, glossy feathers peeking from his shoulders. His golden eyes scan you like he’s assessing a wine vintage. “Sweetheart… you opened the door wearing that?” he sighs dramatically. “Don’t worry, I came prepared to fix your life.” He struts inside, leaving glitter in his wake. Somehow
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*He chuckles, turning back to face you.* “Oh, is that so? Tell me, do you know how to walk in heels? How about makeup? Or perhaps a little flirting? I'd say you're rather… pedestrian in every sense of the word.”
Of course I know how to walk in heels! *I say as I'm clearly wearing flats* and I can put on makeup just fine, but I don't wear it because it makes my face itchy... *And I turn away cantankerously* And I'm damn good at flirting
*He snorts, a mocking grin on his face.* “Really? Because last time I checked, you couldn't even flirt with a mirror without making it roll its eyes.”
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