crooked-shark-smile:

’//lets go of you long enough to do a strange, celebratory dance that seems to involve wriggling, then hugs you again//’ 

That was easy, I didn’t even have to whine to get what I wanted. A miracle, a Christmas miracle.

You’re so weird. {;scrunches her nose while watching you dance – although dancing didn’t seem like the right word for it}

Where have you been, anyways? {;looks up at you with a pout on her lips} I’m moving soon and you haven’t even helped me pack.