ARGENT:

             _{‘ okay, so the second. ‘ his ire was merely building upon allison’s laughter as she bit her knuckle, trying to stifle it lest she work him up anymore. still, she reaches over him & unlatches his seatbelt ———- smile bright upon her features. ’ i’ll be your best friend. ’}

            COUNTENANCE PERKS INSTANTANEOUSLY TO damsel’s
            understatement, yet did residual aspects to demeanor linger
            haughtily ( his timbre amplifying in abraded bearings ).

     “Second? Alright, okay. Let’s just depreciate the other handful of
     instances. For a decently intelligent person, Argent, you’re TOO
     naive at times to FUNCTION properly!!”

                       With roll of baby blues & huff of exhaustion, once click!
                       of latch resonates arms fold cross his chest, scrutiny
                       fixated to exultant, vivacious chocolate tresses.

                  “NO.”