The corner of Sir Guy’s mouth was definitely twitching, one supercilious eyebrow raised high. Oh, yes–he was amused.
“Sir Guy–I do think you are on the verge of a giggle.”
The World’s Hottest Henchman gave a pronounced and lordly sniff and drew himself to his full, imposing height. “I do NOT giggle.”
Her grin was quite maddening.
“I beg to differ, Sir Guy. Have you forgotten the time we had a pillow fight–and I tickled you?”
He lifted his chin and gave another sniff. “THAT, my lady–that was cheating.”
He flicked back his lustrous mane of hair. “At any rate, my dear LW, I can hardly be blamed for expressing a certain degree of mirth at–that.”
Ladywriter shook her head and sighed. “It’s not nice to laugh at your CReAtor’s ChaRActers, you know.”
He gave her one of those looks. “Ladywriter . . . not only does this ChaRActer have a ridiculous name–he dresses atrociously! I mean–just LOOK at him!”
Ladywriter shook her head. “Sir Guy, Chop is an ex-social worker from back in the ’90s who’s dropped out of society and is living rough. He’s not supposed to be an example of sartorial splendor.” She tilted her head and gave him a little smirk. “You know–he’s not YOU.”
“Well . . . that is certainly true.” There was a familiar glint in those kohl-rimmed eyes as he returned her smirk. “I am one of a kind, am I not?”
Uhmmm–hmmmm. Coming AND going!
“Now, forget about Chop and his style–or lack of it–for now, and come and share some milk and chocolate chip cookies with me, Sir Guy.” She winked at him. “I want to see you with one of those cute milk mustaches again . . .”
A dark chuckle. “YOU just want to imagine licking it off . . .”
I sure do, Sir Guy!
Happy Guyday Friday to all!