Don't murder people for looking, puppy. Let them gawk, be mad, and eat their silly little hearts out. That's why we dolled up, after all.

[ despite the years apart - let's not talk about the clandestine interludes, the endless midnight text messages, the flirty, the dirty - he hasn't changed that much. or if he has, it's for the better.

pressing close, fingers tangling in Geto's pretty hair, she lets her body move to the beat, coaxing him to move with her. ]

And if they're going to stare, let's give them a proper reason, hm?