"I'm friendly," she corrects, taking the shoes and running her hands along them first. "And maybe sweet, like you say," the smile offers at this, is briefly shy, the barest blush. "But nice is different, don't you think?"
She slips them on and does a sudden half turn and side-step. "I like not nice you, even when I wanna pinch your nose right off and stomp on your feet and shove a bit of sense into your head and..."
Chattering as she tests the shoes, the shows every sign of being capable of going on unless stopped.
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