Button's Manehatten Minute

No

Button shook his head, his nerve bending to his fears. He was confident he could beat her, even push the thoughts of her bare chest out of his mind. But crazy or slutty weren’t always the safest to get tangled up with. “I-I’m sorry, but I don’t think I’m actually that interested.”

For one moment, that cocky grin on the mare’s face slipped, and her shoulders slumped. They quickly shifted back to being straight, though her smile did not come back. Instead, it was a deep, angry scowl. She turned away from him, holding up her middle finger as she said, “Alright, pussy, but get the fuck out of my face though if you’re just going to be another spineless nerd.”

For a moment, Button bit into his cheek as he considered what to say back, before shaking the thought away. Nothing he said would make her happy, and he didn’t need a friend like her. There were better things he could do anyways, and those thoughts brought a smile back to his face, and pushed the slutty mare out.

Sniper Elite 8

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