“Well, are you going to invite me in or should I just stand in your foyer all day?”
Bayonetta rolled her eyes. For a moment the air was tense and it looked like they were about to start fighting, but the tension drained away and they both started laughing. XXX “Perfect” said Jeanne, admiring their work. I’m barely ever home and even when I am, I’d rather be here.”
Jeanne turned around and set her gaze on James once more. She unlocked the tiny padlock on the back of James’ suit and unzipped it halfway. Bayonetta, seeing that he had run out of slack, set the paint can down by the sofa and walked over to unlock and disconnect the chain.
