[ Now. Harper is a pragmatic girl. Despite the fact that takes next to nothing to set her off on a warpath, she at least likes to think of herself as smart about it. However, rational thought takes a flying leap out her mental window when she feels the sudden presence of arms coming to circle around her. Actual arms. A jolt wriggles up her spine and she freezes. It's even as though her hair poofs in the wake of her feeling threatened, because there's no way she's believing this isn't some nefarious scheme! A furious blush races all over her at the embrace.
The evil embrace, that is.
(Okay, so maybe she's more imaginative than pragmatic sometimes, but circumstance has everything to do with it, gosh.) ]
Wh-wh-what do you mean, improve?! [ She tries to whip up, but fails. ] I think you are greatly misusing that term, here!
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The evil embrace, that is.
(Okay, so maybe she's more imaginative than pragmatic sometimes, but circumstance has everything to do with it, gosh.) ]
Wh-wh-what do you mean, improve?! [ She tries to whip up, but fails. ] I think you are greatly misusing that term, here!