Firefly Glen but when i go to sleep at night, don't you call my name

a discreet smirk flit across her features when realization bloomed on his and he suddenly resiled with violent panic. "dear me, i regret you're infested with the teensy monsters. i strongly doubt they're the type that carry that deadly disease. no need for such a fuss." she said, tutting about as he writhed in the grass.

esmé plucked around him in a circle, watching, making no attempt to lend a good turn while riley scrabbled at his slimline face. "well," she huffed "that's one way to ask for help," seating herself and looking away with a petulant expression.