[She doesn't react much to his minor panic attack, other than shooting him a flat semi-amused look for two seconds. Dude, come on, what did he think was going to hurt him in here? But since he obliges, she tips, sticking her legs out in front of her and crossing them at the ankles.]
Guess so.
[Allie kind of wishes she could say something smart or poetic like that. All she can do is agree and rub the itch on her nose.]
D'awwwwww
Guess so.
[Allie kind of wishes she could say something smart or poetic like that. All she can do is agree and rub the itch on her nose.]
You like fightin' much?