Harley
I barged in without a second thought, and words started falling out of my mouth like I was a rapper on a caffeine high fighting for free beagles—yes, beagles. My favorite. Crunchy, joyful, sigh-inducing beagles. Wait. That's bagels. Free bagels. Not beagles.
Anyway, moving on.
To be honest, I was not flustered when Max opened the door, the two are always together like cojoined twins or a badly sewn costume on Halloween believe me, i have seen the worst. Anyway, I doubt that Clad would be thrilled about that comparison.
But for the other guy, I was, totally, he starts laughing as soon as I finish my words which means I 100% sounded crazy.
Wash your shoes? With a toothbrush? Singing him praises, and lord knows I have nothing to sing praises about Clad on- other than his face but that is besides the point. The word I was looking for here was, desperation.
