You could still be a bum. Maybe a part-time bum who doesn't ask for spare change, but spare snackcakes.
[Angela yells a little when the cake is snatched from her hand and extends her leg to kick Neal in the leg, equally as playful, before shutting the door behind him.
(He's not a bad looker himself. Maybe she could buy her own Swiss Rolls just to have him come over again. Good excuse to see that face again.)]
I see. Well, after this don't expect me to share with you ever again.
[Her eyebrows raise at his compliment, something she actually doesn't expect before the question of what the hell she is painting, and Angela scratches at her head with a soft laugh. Though on second thought, the subject is easy to make out: a long necked rainbow bird amongst a blossoming tree with a few trails of colorful foliage cascading down the edge of the canvas.]
Ah, thank you. It still needs some finishing touches, but I have to wait for some layers to dry first. Lucky you, coming over at the perfect time for snacks.
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[Angela yells a little when the cake is snatched from her hand and extends her leg to kick Neal in the leg, equally as playful, before shutting the door behind him.
(He's not a bad looker himself. Maybe she could buy her own Swiss Rolls just to have him come over again. Good excuse to see that face again.)]
I see. Well, after this don't expect me to share with you ever again.
[Her eyebrows raise at his compliment, something she actually doesn't expect before the question of what the hell she is painting, and Angela scratches at her head with a soft laugh. Though on second thought, the subject is easy to make out: a long necked rainbow bird amongst a blossoming tree with a few trails of colorful foliage cascading down the edge of the canvas.]
Ah, thank you. It still needs some finishing touches, but I have to wait for some layers to dry first. Lucky you, coming over at the perfect time for snacks.