[looks you in the eyes, pats your knee sympathetically] i don’t care
Prince Hans chuckled to himself, softly taking a hand to his jacket and adjusting it with a slight, yet firm tug. “You ready?”
Mitt looked Hans in the eyes with a glance.
"Ah Hans the real question is, is America ready?"
He felt himself smirk, and soon enough his eyes met Mitt’s, too.
"For Obama, yes."
i can’t wait until october when there’s no sun outside and everything is cute colors and it’s cold and there are terrible horror movies on tv, my power is at its peak then