Seaside Pictures
"Don't harm any mallows."
"Ahh, say it again."
"Don't harm any-"
"The other part."
"Mallows." She grumbled, crossing her arms.
"If I burn them, you have to lick me, that's how this game works right? I mean, if you have no object to lick, you'll resort to the closest tasting thing." I snapped my fingers and then grabbed a marshmallow and rubbed it down my chest. "See? I'm like a mallow, just bigger. Friendlier. Manlier." I captured her in my gaze. "Harder."
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