#˗ˏˋ dorothy patterson ⟶ ❛ gabriel leone ❜

[guiltswept]

pressed into a corner where there was a less likely chance of them being bumped into - and thus, one of gabe's heads falling to the floor - their shoulder squirmed beneath dottie's touch, eyes wide as they glanced between her hands and her gash - adorned face, "it was barely manhandling! i'm gentle! i can't help that i'm just, like, sooo tiny and delicate -" gabe stood at a brave 5'6"; but their build wasn't half - bad. a bit limp, maybe. and out of shape, but - " - anyways, it's not like i can help that i'm grope - able! i'm the people's fucking - princess, dottie. i should've been - princess diana, or something - may she rest in, like, peace." they took a step back, rolling their shoulders out as per dottie's instructions; a test - drive, really, before they really god to shimmying. "how do they look? do they look ferocious? like they're like - shaking with the anger of like, a thousand souls or some shit? do you think they're sturdy enough? we should've just, like, hot - glued them to my skin. it would've been, like - metal as shit, dude."

for: @guiltswept (gabe) where: halloween rave

From an outside view, the two of them as a duo were an eyesore. Currently, at least - they'd looked put together at some point. Fun, cute even, or Dottie had thought so. She'd worked hard putting together an outfit worthy of her Starfire costume, Gabe's extra Cerberus heads lovingly hand stitched to perfection. Now, the temporary red hair dye streaked across her forehead - she looked like she'd just lost a violent fight - as she pinched a bobby pin between her teeth, attempting to reattach a lose dog head. "Gaaaaabe." She whined, slotting the bobby pin carefully into place. "I told you no manhandling tonight! It's barely been an hour, you can't have people groping you for at least a few more - I want you to win this contest, but it's a bit hard if you're falling apart!" Wiping at her sweaty hairline, Dottie stood back with her hands on her hips, eyes narrowing as she took in her handiwork. "Okay, I think it'll stay - gimme a shoulder shimmy, just in case."