Stubble
“Do you ever shave?”
“‘Course I do.”
She scoffed loudly. “It never looks like it. You always have stubble on your cheeks.” He glanced at her haughtily, eyebrows high.
“I trim.”
“You do a shit job of it.”
“Loa!”
“Well, you do!” She danced quickly out of reach as he made a grab for her. He was not the gentlest person when she worked him into one of his moods, and she honestly did not feel like suffering another bruise to her bicep. “You should ask your father for a few tips. He always looks like a gentleman, while you… Well, I’ve seen beggars with a better shave than you.”
This time she was not quick enough, and suddenly she was shoved roughly against the wall, wincing. However, she ignored the gesture to look up at him defiantly. This glint in his eyes was not promising. “Is that so? Beggars, you say?”
“Well, really! How hard is it to take a razor and go at it? Your face looks like a small animal died and you haven’t bothered to remove the carcass. Plus, its itchy.”
The glint sharpened. At once, she knew she’d said the wrong thing. “OH?”
“Don’t. You. Dare. I swear I’ll punch you good. I’ll–Ricker!” Her voice turned to a screech as her cheeks were suddenly accosted by the rough bristles that lined his face, rubbing until her skin felt raw. When he finally released her, she was red-faced and fuming.
She made sure he received the promised punch.
Heya,
Hehe, the stubble is cool thing. Can be annoying, can be nice, but it’s one of tthings thats always there. Loa should have known what she was getting into, though, for no man will suffer a laugh against his stubble without exacting a just revenge. ^_~
Keep it up,
- César