( from another mouth, she knows what it could sound like — a shitty fucking attitude from someone who thinks only money and fancy tuition can buy you a brain, who doesn't understand there's more than one type of smart. not the kind spoon-fed from books, but fought for in the concrete streets of brooklyn, in a city that dishes out life experiences in hard, bruising lessons.
from koby? it's so tooth-rottingly earnest her mouth lights up on its own in a neon-bright smile. all smug wattage, pride brightening the healthy glow of her complexion. she sweeps a hand through her hair, flicking it over one shoulder. it swishes and swings, all drama. )
I know, right? ( a laugh slips out as she leans in, all pointed looks. ) So? The fuck are you waiting for? Go grab his hot ass. The two of you'd look cute together.
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from koby? it's so tooth-rottingly earnest her mouth lights up on its own in a neon-bright smile. all smug wattage, pride brightening the healthy glow of her complexion. she sweeps a hand through her hair, flicking it over one shoulder. it swishes and swings, all drama. )
I know, right? ( a laugh slips out as she leans in, all pointed looks. ) So? The fuck are you waiting for? Go grab his hot ass. The two of you'd look cute together.