( oh, this bastard and his way with words — the way each syllable drags, constants rolling off of his tongue. there's a shaky huff of laughter, and sara sets the display model back down in front of them.
head turned towards him, meeting his gaze with a smile that's almost a little too placid, she responds: ) Bet you can make a pretty bird do a lot of things if you know how to push the right buttons.
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head turned towards him, meeting his gaze with a smile that's almost a little too placid, she responds: ) Bet you can make a pretty bird do a lot of things if you know how to push the right buttons.
( the buttons on the app, obviously.
they're awful. )