Leila
"Man," Leila huffed, wiping a bead of sweat that had accumulated on his brow. "This is stupid..."
After straightening up, still panting, he braced one hand on the side of the box, eyebrows furrowed. "We need to get people to help us next time. Can't we hire some big strong men or something?"
With a scoff, he left the TV to slump against the wall to join you in the kitchen, grabbing himself something from a fridge with a sassy flick of his wrist.
"Then again," Leila muttered, a small smirk forming on his face. "I would probably get all distracted." With a long, casual sip of some energy drink he had snatched, he continued. "I wish I was a woman, ya know? Something all petite and delicate so they could sweep me off my feet..."
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See Allif he a boy how do he have those mini nips