( thanks for the food, kendra — don't mind if sara does. she's quick to use stealthy ninja assassin reflexes to snatch herself a tea sandwich, immediately taking a bite, which doesn't do much to stave off the persistent warm, fuzzy feeling bubbling up in her chest. at least it tastes good.
sara scoots herself so she's facing kendra, legs still crossed, bumping the other girl's knee with the toe of her boot.
without missing a beat, she responds, ) I see you're not enjoying yourself here.
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sara scoots herself so she's facing kendra, legs still crossed, bumping the other girl's knee with the toe of her boot.
without missing a beat, she responds, ) I see you're not enjoying yourself here.