[ March's smirk widens, using the exact same cadence as he had moments before. ]
And you do like my ass.
[ He's wholly satisfied as he makes his way up the steps, aura of smug incredibly clear. He takes his sunglasses off the moment he's inside and then proceeds to slough off his bright jacket and shove it carelessly onto the nearest surface like he owns the place. It half-misses and winds up dangling precariously from the rocking chair.
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And you do like my ass.
[ He's wholly satisfied as he makes his way up the steps, aura of smug incredibly clear. He takes his sunglasses off the moment he's inside and then proceeds to slough off his bright jacket and shove it carelessly onto the nearest surface like he owns the place. It half-misses and winds up dangling precariously from the rocking chair.
Nailed it. ]
So. Hi. Hiya. How's your head?