Premium, huh? Caroline would have something to say about that if it weren't for Half-Sack's sudden appearance. She idly wishes she had some popcorn as Tig practically teleports across the office to shut the door in the prospect's face. The muffled sorry through the door is what finally sets her off into laughing again. "That was probably a smart move," she says after a moment. "I'm not sure he's old enough to be hearing about all that waxing and shit."
She leans forward to rest her elbow on the desk and prop her chin on her hand. "You know," she starts, "I--" Nope. There it goes. Completely stalled. "Well shit. I completely forgot what I was about to say." It was probably some kind of terrible thinly veiled innuendo, but that doesn't help much. Almost goes without saying, really.
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Date: 2016-03-31 07:44 am (UTC)She leans forward to rest her elbow on the desk and prop her chin on her hand. "You know," she starts, "I--" Nope. There it goes. Completely stalled. "Well shit. I completely forgot what I was about to say." It was probably some kind of terrible thinly veiled innuendo, but that doesn't help much. Almost goes without saying, really.