“ oh. ” she pauses as she attempts to keep it calm, tongue flickering out to wet her lips. “ this is a big potato. but i'll act like it is small. because i promised. ” brow twitch.
ㅤ ... 𝖨𝗍'𝗌 𝖻𝖾𝗀𝗋𝗎𝖽𝗀𝗂𝗇𝗀, 𝖻𝗎𝗍 𝖺𝗍 𝗌𝗈𝗆𝖾 𝗉𝗈𝗂𝗇𝗍, 𝗌𝗁𝖾 𝗁𝖺𝗌 𝗍𝗈 𝗋𝖾𝗅𝖾𝗇𝗍 𝗈𝗋 𝖽𝗈𝗎𝖻𝗅𝖾 𝖽𝗈𝗐𝗇. 𝖳𝗈𝖽𝖺𝗒, 𝗌𝗁𝖾 𝖼𝗁𝗈𝗈𝗌𝖾𝗌 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗉𝗋𝗂𝗈𝗋; 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝖺 𝗀𝗋𝗂𝗆𝖺𝖼𝖾, 𝗌𝗁𝖾 𝗇𝗎𝖽𝗀𝖾𝗌 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖼𝗈𝗅𝗅𝖺𝗋 𝗈𝖿 𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝗌𝗁𝗂𝗋𝗍 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖿𝗅𝖺𝗇𝗇𝖾𝗅 𝖺𝗌𝗂𝖽𝖾. 𝖳𝗁𝖾𝗋𝖾, 𝖾𝗍𝖼𝗁𝖾𝖽 𝗂𝗇𝗍𝗈 𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝗌𝗄𝗂𝗇 𝗅𝗂𝗄𝖾 𝖺 𝖻𝗋𝖾𝖺𝗄 𝗂𝗇 𝖺 𝗉𝗈𝗋𝖼𝖾𝗅𝖺𝗂𝗇 𝖽𝗈𝗅𝗅, 𝖺 𝖼𝗋𝖺𝖼𝗄 𝗁𝖺𝗌 𝖿𝗈𝗋𝗆𝖾𝖽; 𝗋𝖾𝖽 𝗅𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗍 𝗈𝗈𝗓𝖾𝗌 𝗈𝗎𝗍 𝖿𝗋𝗈𝗆 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗇, ➕