Expatriate Darkleer (
aim_exorable) wrote in
vatheon2012-03-14 02:10 am
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7 ♐ I've gotten pretty good at telling myself it's fine
Who: Expatriate Darkleer and Marquise Spinneret Mindfang
Where: On the island
When: Evening, straight into the night
Style: Action
Status: Closed
D --> I do hope you are not otherwise preoccupied.
D --> Because I have just finished putting the finishing touches on your request.
D --> Whether you make it or not.
D --> I'm going to put it on the island right now.
Where: On the island
When: Evening, straight into the night
Style: Action
Status: Closed
D --> I do hope you are not otherwise preoccupied.
D --> Because I have just finished putting the finishing touches on your request.
D --> Whether you make it or not.
D --> I'm going to put it on the island right now.

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Well, uh. Have you guys been t'gether long? He might've been talking about stuff in general. Just keep having lots of sex and. Talk to him! About this stuff. If you don't I swear I will call him and tell him instead. And I will make it really embarrassing.
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[And so is he, but that is really not the topic up for debate right now!]
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[How is this his life.]
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[ WOW SHE'S DRUNK. ]
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[THEY BOTH ARE GOSH]
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[Whyyyyy.]
[Darkleer is just... going to slump here.]
Ngh... I think I'm relieved I settled things with Dualscar before this... Last thing I need...
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[ Oh, she is going to sink her fangs into that fish...in fact her imagination's all off on ways to punish him. Not all of those ways being safe for work. ]
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[Can he get drunk enough to forget this night? Time to find out!]
Especially since he was trying to court me.
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[ Oh, now she's going back into angry mode. She wouldn't put it past Dualscar to court multiple people in the same quadrant, but...
She's not in a quadrant with him, is she? So why does she give a shit? ]
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[That one oil smear on his cheek? Yeah, he's kind of rubbing at it now. It's covering up the rather ugly, rings-marked bruise that's there.]
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.....Did he hit you?
[ Oh Dualscar's gonna hurt for that one. ]
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[That's a 'yes'.]
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[Wary! Mostly because he doesn't want to get dragged into this.]
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[ Even if oh, now she's thinking of the kismesis they could have...still she mad. ]
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[He leans over.]
[Okay that is putting it nicely, he kind of flops onto her shoulder. Wow he is wasted.]
I am almost positit.... I am quite certain he thinks yours his.
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[ She nuzzles against him. ]
Noooo I'm just his. Pet project. God he makes me feel so. Low-class! Stupid fish! I hate him and he acts like he's too good for it.
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[Like he's going to do anything, 'tho. Just... lay here.]
No, no, because, when I let him down, he was thinking of you. For some reason. Mm. I saw his thoughts.
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