[he drawls, stretching the word and sucking his teeth thoughtfully to punctuate it. Does he believe her? Honest, he's not sure. Could just be. He's got the bad habit of thinking of Carol the way she used to be-- mousy and under her husband's thumb.]
Ain't you just as cold as a witch's tit,
[he mutters, though there's something weirdly complimentary. He's impressed.]
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Date: 2014-10-18 12:10 am (UTC)[he drawls, stretching the word and sucking his teeth thoughtfully to punctuate it. Does he believe her? Honest, he's not sure. Could just be. He's got the bad habit of thinking of Carol the way she used to be-- mousy and under her husband's thumb.]
Ain't you just as cold as a witch's tit,
[he mutters, though there's something weirdly complimentary. He's impressed.]