[ You know, she was about to offer him another scrap of praise, bland as it may be, but then he just had to go and be so Peter about it.
She scoffs, rolling her eyes at him. Pushing off his chest with her boot, she straightens up, setting her hands on her hips as she looks down at him. She intended to give him a hand up, but... ]
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She scoffs, rolling her eyes at him. Pushing off his chest with her boot, she straightens up, setting her hands on her hips as she looks down at him. She intended to give him a hand up, but... ]
You will not win any fights by flirting, Peter.
[ getcha head in the game, boy ]