"Jiminy Cricket me, your hands!" He chuckles, leaving his cig dangling from his bright red pucker, bringing up his other hand to aid in rubbing some warmth into the pretty little paw.
"Frosty the Snowman, eat your melty heart out. What is it with girls and not wearing gloves, honestly. Ya gotta take care of your mitts."
Forgive him; some of these things just come naturally. Like the crazy not-profanity, the random curses and the blatant disregard for people's actual names. And, it would seem, being a gent to anyone who'll let him.
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Date: 2008-09-01 08:32 pm (UTC)"Frosty the Snowman, eat your melty heart out. What is it with girls and not wearing gloves, honestly. Ya gotta take care of your mitts."
Forgive him; some of these things just come naturally. Like the crazy not-profanity, the random curses and the blatant disregard for people's actual names. And, it would seem, being a gent to anyone who'll let him.