[Smoker, Perona would kick you so hard in the head/face/pants if she could pull her feet from the floor right now, but alas. Another day, perhaps. She's still struggling to free herself from where she's standing - way too close to the marine for comfort - and blinks only momentarily at his ridiculously censored way of speech. Pfft--
But her giggle isn't the one Perona hears. Oooh, no. It's her little elf's girlish giggle that she hears, and Perona follows the tiny creature's line of sight allll the way up to the mistletoe hanging over her and Smoker's heads.]
[Action] 1/? LET'S START THE CHRISTMAS MAGIC
But her giggle isn't the one Perona hears. Oooh, no. It's her little elf's girlish giggle that she hears, and Perona follows the tiny creature's line of sight allll the way up to the mistletoe hanging over her and Smoker's heads.]