wendy wickersham cuts her own damn hair. (cutitoff) wrote in helgashill,
Sylvie and Wendy
"If I didn't think he was far too enamored of himself to deprive us of his presence, I could totally believe it," Wendy said, rolling her eyes. Seriously, what exactly had convinced Xavier Orpington that he was God's gift to the universe? Nothing about the man had been particularly special.
With the exception of his astonishing ability to be a complete dipshit.
"So," she asked, leaning in conspiratorially, "who do you reckon did it?"