Soft 2

Same scenario, snuggling on the couch.

 

Baby ah, sing me a song.

 

"What song do you want, hon?"

 

You think la. Haiyo...have to do song request one meh?

 

"All right all right....hmm....lemme see..."

 

*sings* If I said you had a beautiful body, will you hold it against me?" *sings*

 

WHACK!!

 

"WALAUEH! What the hell was that for?

 

And she's completely bowled over laughing.

 

Cilaka one you! Kanasai...sing that kinda song to me! Hahahahaha...

 

-.-""

 

Women. Honestly. First, they tell you one thing and then second, they smack you for no good reason. That was a song, was it not?

 

 *****

There's nothing better than seeing yourself kitted out in a tailsuit and noticing the way the fabric drapes over your shoulders. The cufflinks set sparkling against the white cut of the cloth and the dark, sombre fabric outlining the dancing pose that you pull in the mirror. The tails flutter lightly and land on your behind, as they do. You smile as it floats gently and decides to caress the floor. You can't wait to see yourself photographed in that. Or photographed doing a spin in that.

 

Oh, except for you. You're always a sight for sore eyes.