"Is there something wrong with your eyesight? Right, forgot. Clearly, I'm not staying there. I'm not a dog." He brushed passed her, opening up the shop door.
Which he held open for her. Like a gentleman.
He started down one aisle, stopped, turned around, skipped down two, and walked on with purpose. Some sort of midori sense, maybe.
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Date: 2011-09-29 05:54 am (UTC)Which he held open for her. Like a gentleman.
He started down one aisle, stopped, turned around, skipped down two, and walked on with purpose. Some sort of midori sense, maybe.