Post by JACOB HARLOW on Aug 16, 2011 17:22:51 GMT -5
Jacob only grinned wider when he noticed Cleo get angry. It was the use of the nickname that set her off. He could tell from the narrowing of her eyes, the way her jaw set, and the change of color in her face. Even the way she shifted her body--he spent years knowing her, and watching her, and could tell her moods.
He did her best not to laugh--until something god in his eyes, mouth, and up his nose. He jumped off the counter, and blinked through the flour, his hands wiping it off his face, "What the fuck, Cleo!?" He yelled. Jacob wasn't one for cussing, so therefore--he had to be pretty upset. He glared at her, and slid off the counter. Her grabbed a nearby egg, and threw it at her, watching the egg split and burst when it made contact with her stomach. He patted her stomach with a flour covered hand, ruining her shirt.
"Now be a good girl, cut that out, and go back to baking, like a proper housewife."
He did her best not to laugh--until something god in his eyes, mouth, and up his nose. He jumped off the counter, and blinked through the flour, his hands wiping it off his face, "What the fuck, Cleo!?" He yelled. Jacob wasn't one for cussing, so therefore--he had to be pretty upset. He glared at her, and slid off the counter. Her grabbed a nearby egg, and threw it at her, watching the egg split and burst when it made contact with her stomach. He patted her stomach with a flour covered hand, ruining her shirt.
"Now be a good girl, cut that out, and go back to baking, like a proper housewife."
