BEAU
"You can't make me stay here." Sasha glares while shaking her head and grumbling. I thought it was adorable when she began to plead her case to me about wanting to help me.
She was sorely mistaken, believing she could talk me into anything though. Our discussion went from polite and quiet to a full-blown screaming match in no time once she let it be known she was planning on coming with me no matter what I said. She's a stubborn woman that knows exactly how to push my buttons.
"I can and I will." I shrug.
"Russia's my home, I want to go."
"Nyet, your home's here now. End of discussion, let's talk about something else."
"You have to take me, Beau! This isn't fair," she declares angrily, not letting the topic drop. I'm a little surprised she didn't stomp her foot, with the determi
