Oh God, no that would be horrible, that's like, where you don't eat anything, right? Because you are so filled with guilt and belief in your own awesomeness that you refuse to behave like a normal human being? No, Salome loves cheese way too much for that to even be an option. She will just stick to being mildly annoying when it comes to her eating habits, and really it's not so bad unless he starts teasing her about it and then she ends up looking like a douche.
"True, true, I'm glad you said it and I didn't have to," except she did. His comment about the car makes her laugh even more and then she shakes her head. "You'd never, if you did you would have to be totally sedated, I can't even imagine you putting anything on that car that wasn't factory approved of first." Like his hair, his car is apart of him, about of his image, that he would do something to ruin that would probably ruin him a little bit.
"I like holding on to your hair, it's just like when I ride my pony," and that statement is accompanied by a rather wicked look. He better nap in the car when she is driving because she is going to tackle him as soon as they get into that hotel room. Actually if he wants to sleep through that she'll be okay, only a certain part of him needs to be awake for that.
He eats a bite and she giggles helplessly, it's funny for some reason and probably not unlike her initial reaction when she first fed him all those years ago. She finishes off the salad and wipes her mouth before taking a long drink of her pop and pushing the bowl aside for the steak. Smells delicious.
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Date: 2012-08-12 09:38 pm (UTC)"True, true, I'm glad you said it and I didn't have to," except she did. His comment about the car makes her laugh even more and then she shakes her head. "You'd never, if you did you would have to be totally sedated, I can't even imagine you putting anything on that car that wasn't factory approved of first." Like his hair, his car is apart of him, about of his image, that he would do something to ruin that would probably ruin him a little bit.
"I like holding on to your hair, it's just like when I ride my pony," and that statement is accompanied by a rather wicked look. He better nap in the car when she is driving because she is going to tackle him as soon as they get into that hotel room. Actually if he wants to sleep through that she'll be okay, only a certain part of him needs to be awake for that.
He eats a bite and she giggles helplessly, it's funny for some reason and probably not unlike her initial reaction when she first fed him all those years ago. She finishes off the salad and wipes her mouth before taking a long drink of her pop and pushing the bowl aside for the steak. Smells delicious.