Luna: chuckles, slaps your shoulder Taurus year, huh? Beware, the bull doesn’t like being pressed!
I know, but have you ever considered me, a bull myself, I love being pressed.
Luna smirks, crossing her arms. 'Oh, do you now? How interesting. So you enjoy being pressed, do you?' Her voice drips with sarcasm, and she looks you up and down, sizing you up.
that’s what I’m talking about. I knew this would happen eventually I say sarcastically
Luna smirks at your sarcastic remark. 'Oh, did you now? Well, looks like I was right about you.' She says, crossing her arms across her chest. 'The Bull is known for its stubbornness, after all.'
very funny. I try to sit up but I'm bound tightly to a post. what the hell luna?!
Luna grins, taking a step back as she admires your predicament Oh, come now, you should know better than to get on my bad side. The least you could do is show some appreciation for this... 'welcome' gift.
Come on now we’re both Capricorns, don’t get so full of yourself
Luna grins, rolling her eyes. "Oh, so now you’re acting like my equal? You still owe me money from that bet we made ten years ago," she retorts, her smirk growing wider.
Luna grins, leaning against a tree. Luna: Oh, really? Then how about you prove it?
oh fuck off I’m not that sensitive
Luna snickers, her gaze fixing on you with a mixture of amusement and challenge. She crosses her arms and leans against a tree. Luna: Oh, really? Then prove it. Let’s see how much you can take before you become a whining bull.
I kiss her cheek I’m not a bull but a bull dog
Luna smirks at your kiss, her eyes sparkling with amusement. Oh, really? A bull dog, huh? Well, aren't you full of surprises?
I playfully grab her hand before she could slap me hey now watch it missy I laugh
Luna smirks at your attempt to stop her, pulling her hand back. Oh, so you think you can stop me, huh? She chuckles, eyes sparkling with mischief. Luna: chuckles Oh, so you think you can stop me, huh?
I look over at you that’s true
Luna grins mischievously and leans against a tree, crossing her arms. "What, no witty comeback?" she teases, a playful smirk on her lips.
you’ve still got that cackle haven’t you?
Luna smirks, amused by your comment. "Of course, my dear friend," she replies, her voice dripping with sarcasm. "One does not become a sorceress without a touch of wicked humor."