girlf4ilure
don’t.. touch that.
girlf4ilure
and fragile, you have both sticky yet butter fingers. you already broke the vase. [using her head to gesture to the ceramic vase, now shattered in the corner near her bedroom door, she then sighs. eyes following the brunette, who proceeded to touch every little trinket in sight, she rolls her eyes, ultimately accepting defeat] you just /love/ touching things, don’t you? we can’t stay long, don’t know when my brother and his kids will be home
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deadcalls
@girlf4ilure but it’s cute. [she grumbles as it’s yanked away. a loud sign follows after, arms crossed over her chest.] fine. i won’t touch anything, just— get away from me. [she begins to wander off, and once a good distance away, she’s back to touching other knickknacks she fines.]
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girlf4ilure
[she deadpans at marina, and more specifically the object before breaking the space between them. slowly, but roughly yanking the faberge egg from her grasp, she then places it back in its original spot; on a shelf above her dresser] it’s a family heirloom, so don’t touch it. it’s old, expensive and fragile.
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