On the mun considering amatomnes, also mun is out of practice

[recoveringbitch]

So you leave me alone forever, which was honestly pretty okay, and then suddenly you decide to drag me out for something you swear is going to be fun and interesting and exciting.

It's a sex island. Sex Island. I can't even believe I'm saying that.

There's a reason when I wanted to change my life I moved to Toronto. Nothing ever happens there! I needed somewhere calming and away from insanity to figure out what to do with myself.

I get it's not working with the League of Evil Ex's running around, whatever, but it was still the point.

What about 'sex island' is a calming place to change my life to you. Does it sound anything like what I'm looking for?

If you answer yes I'm going to start calling you Wallace, because you'll be as bad as he is.

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[350pointsmile]

I don't think there's enough tequila on that island to make it work.

[recoveringbitch]

There's not enough tequila in the world.

Not that it matters. Something about collars and...ugh. I'm more and more unhappy the longer I think about it.

[350pointsmile]

Collars huh?

And your Mun does know you have issues with that whole..."Guys being possessive" thing right?

[recoveringbitch]

I don't think they care.

Or they think it's funny.

[350pointsmile]

That might explain why in my last game my Mun kept trying to set me up with a cross dressing prettyboy singing robot.

[recoveringbitch]

[There's a little pause as she tries to picture that. And then she smirks almost teasingly.]

I don't know...I mean, you did date Scott.

[350pointsmile]

[Smirk]

Scott didn't look nearly as good in frilly goth lolita dresses.

[idkworldruler]

Have fun kid.

[recoveringbitch]

Gee, thanks.

[idkworldruler]

You're welcome. Just remember to use protection.

[recoveringbitch]

This isn't my first...who are you? Why do you care?

[idkworldruler]

I'm just some guy, that's all.

And I don't really care what you do with your body all too much. Just giving you a warning.

[recoveringbitch]

Because I want sex tips from strange guys.

[teenagebadboy]

Guess what, my Mun was considering that island for me too. Happy he get that stupid idea out of his head. too bad yours isn't letting it go.

[recoveringbitch]

Lucky you.

Mine seems pretty gung-ho about the whole idea.

[teenagebadboy]

I think the main reason why my Mun let it go is because of my sexuality.

These love games seem rather pathetic if you ask me. Go to some place and just fuck. I would rather have something exciting or adventures to do IF I would go anywhere.

[recoveringbitch]

Oh?

Hey, I agree completely. Tell it to the idiot behind the keyboard. I don't even want adventure anymore, just...normal would be nice.

[teenagebadboy]

Yeah I'm gay. Difficult to find someone to... y'know, with. [His expression softens and he gazes at her with an expression which could be describes as worried or maybe even shy. Like this.]

[It then changes back to a more sour relaxed one]

Then you would love it in my village. It's as normal as it gets. Until a plane crashes on us or a fire breaks out.

[recoveringbitch]

I don't know, I got the impression there are a bunch of gay people there? You might do fine. Not that I think you should. Or anyone should. Just saying.

Well, normal and not dull. I mean, not any more dull that Toronto...No offense.

[beleaguering]

Ramona. Ramona. Is this really what you want for yourself? Of course it's not.

But you always have another option. Right?

[And judging by that tone, it's rather plain that you have one other option. Exactly one. And it's not much of an option at all. More of a "choice you'll always end up making," when all is said and done.

But he's a reasonable guy. He'll let you come to your senses.

Maybe.]

[recoveringbitch]

[Aw crap. It's infuriating how easily she goes weak in the knees around him. But she puts up a strong front!]

No I don't, Gideon. I ran away left for a reason.

Okay, it wasn't to wind up on a sex island but I didn't exactly plan for this.

[beleaguering]

[And that just gets the soft snk of a light chiding noise formed between his tongue and the back of his front teeth, and a bit of a knowing smirk before he shifts back into something that's decidedly more neutral and less generally condescending.]

Of course you didn't. Now - since you're probably going to just flit off to this "sex island" of yours anyway, not that you have much choice (thank you, mundanes) - I think we both ought to clear the air a little between us. I mean, we both know that this time it's just going to make you unhappy, and it's definitely going to make me unhappy. So once you're in over your pretty little head, do me the favor of telling me where to send them, and you know I will. This is for you almost as much as it is for me.

...Not that I likely won't have sent them anyway. They're going to be almost as displeased as I am.

[recoveringbitch]

I don't know why it would make you unhappy, Gideon. You didn't even care about me until I was gone. I don't think 'wanting your toy back' counts as caring.

[Yes she's bitter. At least this is something she can latch on to, helps keep her back up, as it were.]

I can take care of myself and I don't need your help. I managed in Toronto without you and I'll manage...there...too.

[beleaguering]

What...? It was nothing like that and you know it, Ramona.

[By which he means it was totally awesome - it was worth getting shitfaced and having a shrieking fit all over Craigslist once it ended! Do you really think he would have done himself that massive indignity and formed this league in the first place if it wasn't awesome, aka Totally Worth It?

I mean, otherwise that would just have been a massive overreaction, come on.]

You may be mine, but it has nothing to do with you being a toy. I know what you want; don't ever forget that.

[recoveringbitch]

[Well, we wouldn't want to think it was massive overreaction or anything.She just makes a frustrated sound and looks away, crossing her arms.]

Whatever, Gideon. If you really knew what I wanted, I wouldn't have felt so lonely I wanted to leave. I wouldn't have had to leave.

[Not that she regretted. Not exactly. Sometimes. Shut up.]