[ Carla does not look up at Mack, carefully finish her work on the boy's mouth, looking deep into his pleading eyes. His terror is rather pretty to her, stirring up a tender fondness in her. Sealing his eyes is easier and she pushes him to sit down where he makes a strained whining noise.
Then she looks up. ]
You'd enjoy making out with me.
[ A smile, difficult to tell if she is being flirty or threatening, and obviously doing both. ]
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Then she looks up. ]
You'd enjoy making out with me.
[ A smile, difficult to tell if she is being flirty or threatening, and obviously doing both. ]