A mouthful of teeth
"It took me some time to get a single word in edgewise." Davi crossed his arms over the windowsill and looked away from the still hiccuping 'Cutiepie' creature. "It took me even longer to convince her I had no fucking clue what she was talking about."
Ivo could imagine that. The woman Thiago had described wouldn't let some punk kid backtalk her. "I bet I can guess half of what you said to her: 'Lady,hey,' 'Listen here lady, I don't know you', and of course, who can forget, 'Lady, you're starting to really piss me off."
"It might have gone something like that."
Davi chuckled and ran one hand over the back of his hair. It was a gesture that reminded Ivo of Vice. The movement was similar, if a bit awkward with Davi's long hair. He always seemed to remember halfway through that he no longer had short hair, and gripped the strands between his fingers before letting his hand drop.