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[smirking. So. Much. Smirking]
Hey, at least girl-you seems to have good taste. I mean, banging royalty? Not too shabby.
Hey, at least girl-you seems to have good taste. I mean, banging royalty? Not too shabby.
Edited 2013-02-18 11:58 (UTC)
From experience, huh? I didn't take you for playin' both fields.
[ Despite her mun's warnings, Helen approaches Jack, curious. ]
Chick-you?
Chick-you?
[ Helen frowns. ]
My thanks for your compliment, though it is unneeded.
My thanks for your compliment, though it is unneeded.
[She put her hands up in a placating gesture, a crooked smile on her lips] Hey, no judging. It's no skin off my back if you're into switch hitting now and again.
Kinda questioning getting hit on by a guy who just admitted he wanted to get it on with his dimension double.
[except not really, because that's far from the worst or most surprising thing she's ever heard. But why admit that?]
[except not really, because that's far from the worst or most surprising thing she's ever heard. But why admit that?]
Hey Cindy. You know, they really nailed you. Teen pregnant. Nice.
Oh I'd be concerned if it wasn't, you know, set in another alternative universe or something.
There's not a whole lot to do when you're dead.
Looking for a place to go or is the Mundy planning something?
I may be heading back to Luceti. Get a pair of wings again. Fight the war. That sort of thing. It's hell. The women are hot, but it's prude central. Seriously, the only time these people ever have sex is when they get their brains scrambled into doing it.
Sounds kinda skeevy to me. But I'm in Camp You Can't Actually Fuck, so there's not that much difference when it comes to mind control.
Especially when Camp starts looking like some place in the Homelands.

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