[Cheryl stops rolling around and sits up, looking straight at Roxy. Isn't she adorable. I mean just look at this little fucker, all wrapped up in John's blue-and-cyan striped scarf that's just way too big for her.]
[She just...staaaaares.]
[And staaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaares.]
[And then with a happy "glub!", she bounces a little on the spot and blows a giant spit bubble.]
[Cuuuuuuute.]
Cheryl is somethin-- [The look on John's face as he looks up in time to catch sight of Roxy suggests that he's just seen a real ghost instead of a shitty one made out of snow. Because wow does she ever look like his mom. Only a whoooooole lot younger. Maybe a couple of years older than him if he had to guess.]
8D!!!
[She just...staaaaares.]
[And staaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaares.]
[And then with a happy "glub!", she bounces a little on the spot and blows a giant spit bubble.]
[Cuuuuuuute.]
Cheryl is somethin-- [The look on John's face as he looks up in time to catch sight of Roxy suggests that he's just seen a real ghost instead of a shitty one made out of snow. Because wow does she ever look like his mom. Only a whoooooole lot younger. Maybe a couple of years older than him if he had to guess.]
[What is this even.]