(Just so there's proof of the pillow that flies from Sophie's face to QQ's. Telekinetically. Before she goes back to thinking about Usual Cuckoo Joy. Perfume. Money. Money. Party. Joy. Lipstick. NSYNC. Pretty lingerie. Rosé Dom Pérignon by David Lynch. Sunbathing.
Anything to get that OFF OF HER, and then, back to her game, just listening idly... Until Quentin goes ahead and offers Jayce how to kick her out, and he's squinting at him for it.
Yyyyyeah, time to get off of bed. Her hair is braided, which still makes it a bit messy, and since he wasn't out or anything like that, it's her own loungewear. Miracles are real.)
... Quentin. Why, pray tell, are you teaching the flatscan our business again?
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Anything to get that OFF OF HER, and then, back to her game, just listening idly... Until Quentin goes ahead and offers Jayce how to kick her out, and he's squinting at him for it.
Yyyyyeah, time to get off of bed. Her hair is braided, which still makes it a bit messy, and since he wasn't out or anything like that, it's her own loungewear. Miracles are real.)
... Quentin. Why, pray tell, are you teaching the flatscan our business again?