Malia Hale Tate, they thought I was dead. They were wrong. I somehow gained the undying love for food in my human form.
est ;; jan 11 2014 Mun Mascot: Ansel Elgort
”Glad to hear it. Ah no, I’m perfectly content with you keeping it. As much as I happen to like the costume, I doubt I could pull it off. It’s the dress, I just don’t have the legs for it.”
He retaliated with an almost imperceptible smirk, it being clear he’d both picked up on and found amusement in her joke; him offering up a rare bout of humor in return.
Malia couldn’t help but smile at his comment and it wasn’t like a small smile either. It even had a small laugh with it. The male was clearly better at making jokes than her.
"– Oh come on, I’m sure you’d look great in it. Legs and all. But thank you, for buying it and letting me keep it.“