[ He crossed his arms, folding them over his stomach. ]
I always dress this way. [ Now that he was a god, at least. It was comfortable, and a far cry better than having to be stuck in a school uniform all day. He closed the door after him, trying to ignore the blush creeping up on his face from the obvious cruise. ]
It's Cottage Pie. [ Made by the chef that even a woman of dimensions praised. He started leading him through the ornate foyer, with angular patterns on the floors and ceilings. Despite how big and old it was, it was spotless. ] I hope that's okay.
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I always dress this way. [ Now that he was a god, at least. It was comfortable, and a far cry better than having to be stuck in a school uniform all day. He closed the door after him, trying to ignore the blush creeping up on his face from the obvious cruise. ]
It's Cottage Pie. [ Made by the chef that even a woman of dimensions praised. He started leading him through the ornate foyer, with angular patterns on the floors and ceilings. Despite how big and old it was, it was spotless. ] I hope that's okay.