[Ima isn't exactly modest; it would be a real stretch to call her such when she'll freely expose her bust to flirtatious carnies. She simply doesn't want to deal with that level of heckling from the 'normal' population. Maybe it's Elsa's normality (her wooden legs remain a secret, of course) that keeps her from understanding where Ima's coming from.
...Still. Ima can't pretend she doesn't enjoy the way Elsa's chosen to spin her words. There's a whole lot of her and that's precisely how she likes it.]
If you dip your toe into that pool, you can count me out. I'm not sleeping with anyone who doesn't care about me.
[Right now, she's not going to think too deeply into the nature of what she and Jimmy had. Maggie Esmerelda's mockery still stings, and she wants to believe she'd meant something to him--something more than a fuck-pillow for him to drown his sorrows in.]
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...Still. Ima can't pretend she doesn't enjoy the way Elsa's chosen to spin her words. There's a whole lot of her and that's precisely how she likes it.]
If you dip your toe into that pool, you can count me out. I'm not sleeping with anyone who doesn't care about me.
[Right now, she's not going to think too deeply into the nature of what she and Jimmy had. Maggie Esmerelda's mockery still stings, and she wants to believe she'd meant something to him--something more than a fuck-pillow for him to drown his sorrows in.]