I Loomed Over The Panda
the ferociousness of his kisses- sexy brunette in tight jeans
- This is about your reputation?
- But my best friend tried to kill me
- a grimace and maybe some dried vomit
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I loomed over the panda, imagining the face behind that stubborn mask. A maniacal face, I was sure, a face wearing a grimace and maybe some dried vomit. On the other hand, maybe I had misread the situation. Maybe the panda and the armadillo hadn’t been in cahoots at all. Maybe the face would be familiar, even the face of my best friend.
But my best friend tried to kill me. He’d chained weights to my legs and trapped me in the tidal zone, and then he chased me with a harpoon. And it occurred to me that donning this ridiculous blue costume and attempting to kidnap an infant Contrarian royal was just the sort of thing he might do.
“I bet it really is you,” I muttered, shaking my head. “That’s why you made sure the mask won’t come off, and why you won’t speak. But what’s your angle? You’re trying to impress some syndicate boss? Or the ninjas? This is about your reputation? I bet that’s it, and my daughter is just a pawn in your pathetic, petty, game.” I leaned down and poked the panda’s belly. “John!”
The occupant of the mascot suit made a “hmph!” noise and sat up. The suit’s arms dangled limp, its wearer’s arms having been withdrawn into the bulbous torso. Soon there was a mechanical growling sound which it took me several seconds to identify as a heavy-duty zipper. The head tipped backwards and the neck seam finally opened up, unzipped from the inside. And I saw the face.
It was not John.
He stood up and stepped out of the costume, and I saw the effect he had on both Fleur and Isolde. Their eyes were glued to the sexy brunette in tight jeans, their mouths agape and eager to gauge the ferociousness of his kisses.
With hardly a glance at anyone else, he jutted his cleft chin at me.
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