Re: quicklog: flash/mj comic books
Yeah, okay. [She grinned. She didn't care about the manliness that was important to boys their age, not really, but it was fun to tease Flash about it. He was a good sport.—MJ laughed at the declaration about poets and she rolled her eyes at the swipe of bangs. She snatched the boy's hat from him and set it on top of her head, where it engulfed her to her eyebrows, perched on top of her ponytail.] There's pretty poetry, you know. Not all of them are Fall Out Boy fans. How about love songs? [She gave a dramatic, exaggerated sigh of happiness, tipping her cheek to her shoulder like a damsel in a romance novel swooning before some very muscular man. She batted her lashes and hopped on the railing after Flash.
She took it down sidesaddle, landing on her feet easily, but taking a few steps to stop the momentum from carrying her to her knees. She bumped into the boy again, hands to his shoulders, shoving him forward in front of her. She had to stop to keep his hat on her head and she pattered out onto the street.] Why not?