Mun is desperate to put her out there - she's not impressed.

[sandradeed]

Oh, please.

You mean to tell me that you dragged my cookies all the way over to this site here just so maybe, MAYBE someone would talk to me?

That's...actually pretty sad. Not sad because I'm lonely, boo-hoo - I'm not like that, not anymore. But sad for you, sitting there with your sad puppy dog eyes, tapping at your keyboard and worrying, worrying, worrying.

I've got some news for you.

NO ONE CARES.

You're sick, aren't you? Shouldn't you be resting, instead of beating a dead horse?

Or dead frog, I guess.

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[bring_the_beatdown]

Boy does it ever. See, I know this place and I can show ya around. Help ya get the lay of the land, you know?

[sandradeed]

Oh, I see!

And I bet a big, strapping cat like you...you would take good care of a poor, sad little thing like me?

[bring_the_beatdown]

[And he totally falls for it.]

Oh absolutely. I'm awesome at that kind of stuff. And plenty of other things too. Running, hurting people, bashing in the faces of no good REDs, and you know, things that ain't polite to say in public.

[sandradeed]

[She gets reaaaaaaaaaaaal close, wrapping her arm around his waist.]

...I bet you're great with the chicks too, right? Protecting the defenseless?

[bring_the_beatdown]

[A girl is touching him. A GIRLS TOUCHING HIM. Okay. Relax play it cool.]

Y-y-yeah. Totally. I can protect anything. And defend. Defend and protect. Yep.

[sandradeed]

[She runs her fingertips up and down his side, voice too-sweet.]

...And I bet I look like I need help, right? That's why you came over, right?

[bring_the_beatdown]

Nah, I think you can handle it, I was just backup. You know, should something worse come al_{long Hnngghh..}

[Scout's hormone addled brain goes into overdrive, nearly melting into her arms.]

[sandradeed]

Aw...isn't that sweet?

[An angelic smile...and then she throws him to the ground, standing over him with a snarl on her lips and a throwing knife in hand.]

I can handle whatever is worse, buddy. A square like you? You wouldn't have the stones to deal with Hell.

[bring_the_beatdown]

[That's a pretty unmanly yelp he just let out.]

Hey! What gives? I was just trying to help a girl out!

[His hand goes for his pistol tucked into the back of his pants.]

And I'm not a square.

[sandradeed]

Oh, please,you are SUCH a square.

[She tries to stomp on his wrist, aiming to pin his hand down.]

I don't need any help. Okay? I got lots of so-called help from people, and y'know where it got me?

Here.

[bring_the_beatdown]

[Hey, he liked that wrist.]

Yeah? And I was just trying ta show you around cuz you're new here and ya went all ballistic!

Now get the hell off me before I have to bash your skull in.

[sandradeed]

Just trying to show me around?

That wouldn't have anything to do with you staring at my rack, would it?

[She drops down, straddling him.]

I once knew a ass who said the same kind of thing. About bashing my skull in.

It didn't end so well for him.

[bring_the_beatdown]

What? It's a free country! I can look if I wanna!

Lady, you don't even know. I hurt people. It's what I do and I'm awesome at it.