>>63213231She was telling the truth for the most part. She did do all the steps Toriel had prescribed. What she left out was the part where the Dreemurr mother had stepped in to make up for the dragon girl’s mistakes, including a near full-blown kitchen fire due to aerosolized flour, but to Susie’s credit, she got the apple filling done all by herself, and as he recalled from his ersatz breakfast that morning, she had done pretty well.
“Well, ‘practically,’ yes, but yeah. I had a few slices. You did good.”
Susie rolled her eyes and smiled at Kris’ cheeky remark as she tossed her jacket at the old chair nearest to the front door. She knew he meant every whit, both the jab and the compliment. Maybe that part of her was rubbing off on him, she thought to herself. That made her smile beam a little brighter.
Of course, that didn't mean she’d let him have the last word. Looking down at her old shirt, she smiled, felt a little grateful that it was already busted and worn out, and with one good yank, tore the collar open even further.
The sound of ripping fabric made Kris jump from his spot on the couch. His eyes homed in on the source and immediately went wide so as to soak in the view unfolding before him. Susie leaned against the kitchen wall over the phone, her collar now low enough for him to see part of her midriff. She began to move her shoulders again, letting her freely dangling breasts sway with even more leeway. The afternoon light from the dining room window bounced off of gleaming purple scales that swung in and out of its rays. Every other swing showed off a generous portion of a deeper shade of violet, kept within the fabric just by the friction of the cloth against the plump gumdrop-shapes sticking out of it.
Kris didn’t care that he was now openly drooling or that Susie had seen and was laughing at it, nor did he make any attempt to conceal the rise in his slacks.
