Bab 132: Got Played In His Hands

"What did you put there anyway, your entire house?" Ford asked looking horridly at her foamed tummy.

"Alright, look the other way." Moon ordered in a small voice instead of asking and Ford rolled his eyes before turning his head to look out the window.

It was only a second later and Moon hasn't even moved her hand yet to remove it, that Ford snapped back in her direction with a look, "Why the hell would I listen to you, again?" 

Ford placed his elbow on the panel of his door and rested his face on his hand that was turned to her direction and crossed his legs one on top of the other, making himself comfortable for the show.

Can he get any more offensive than this? Harassing jackass. 

With a smile he urged her to go on as if he was waiting for some kind of show.