Blue Like The Moonlight
"Deaf? Or a parrot? Oh, to choose or not to choose."
"Don't be so rude. My grandmother was a parrot," Erin trailed off, earning a hearty chuckle from the latter.
"What's it with you and grandmas?" Uriel shook his head, breathy laughter escaping his throat.
"You mean, me with your grandma," Erin cheekily winked.
"Wow, so you can actually joke around, sour sauce," Uriel poked.
"Spicy sock," Erin retorted.
"Bitter bitch."
"Whiny wiener."
"Don't you dare talk about my wiener!"
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