[Commish] She's always so poisonous

Commished by , his story :

The shimmering sunrise brought light upon a new day, and Griff had every intention to seize its' boundless potential. Spending hours on brushing up on his wrestling repertoire, he hears the front door creek open; it was that impish harpy Poison, with a plastered wry across her face. "Hey big boy, how've you been?" She confidently inquiring while traipsing towards her prey. "Sweating heavily. To what do I owe this…experience?" He couldn't bring himself to say pleasure, so he went with a neutral standpoint. "I thought I'd pop in and say hello; I purchased new boots to go with my ensemble, you like?" *She noticed his eyes had yet to shift to gaze upon her glorious footwear..and she didn't like it one bit. "Hey! I asked you a question lug head!" Overzealously pushing him to the ground, her bottom somehow finds its way atop the tip of his nose.* "Ggnrrghnr!" Which is gibberish for release me, is all that could escape Griffs' flustered attitude." "Hmhm, this is quite the comfy seat; I think I'll rest here for a good, long while." *Her insidious intent had completely disregarded the notion of releasing him any time soon.