( If only Johnny had an intuition about these kinds of (alcoholic) things like Daddy Dearest. Alas, for now, he'll have to be blissfully unaware and rendered weak against the Hermes girl's almost devious-looking smile. Sigh.
And -- gods, she has a way of using her words to make him all sheepish, rubber soles of his shoes scuffing against the floor as he shifts. )
Éponine. Glad you could make it. You really think it's rockin'? This is nothing, really.
( So humble. Even though it took him hours upon hours, but whatever. Look cool, Johnny. )
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And -- gods, she has a way of using her words to make him all sheepish, rubber soles of his shoes scuffing against the floor as he shifts. )
Éponine. Glad you could make it. You really think it's rockin'? This is nothing, really.
( So humble. Even though it took him hours upon hours, but whatever. Look cool, Johnny. )