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[runningmouth]

It's time for emo-reducing and drama-increasing fun: Personality haikus. Take a whack at it, folks.

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[worthtempting]

Oh, but now I'm curious.

[runningmouth]

There happens to be
a footprint on the devil
in her slipper size.

[worthtempting]

Actually, dear
it was claw-marks in the chest
but who is counting?

[runningmouth]

Poetic license.

Dare you to do one for Terry.

[worthtempting]

Your version is certainly prettier, yes.

Mmm, that's tricky. I think whatever I said would end with you laughing at me.

[runningmouth]

It's kind of tough.

Since when is that a bad thing?

[worthtempting]

Granted. I wouldn't want to deny you.

For a boy who broods
in shadows, he smiles well
and lies quite poorly.

[faint but damnable blushing, yeah]

[runningmouth]

Awwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwww.

[worthtempting]

[hitting you lightly on the arm, and the damnable blushing is less faint now]

Happy?

[runningmouth]

Aren't you cute.

Of course. Making you blush's my new hobby.

[worthtempting]

You'd know better than I.

I'm more amusing than destruction? I'm flattered.

[runningmouth]

Yeah, 'cause Terry keeps telling me.

Destruction'll always be my true love, though, don't be jealous.

[worthtempting]

Does he really, now.

I think I could be persuaded to share you.

[runningmouth]

Well, okay, usually he just makes the big dopey face.

Good, because destruction has a temper.

[worthtempting]

[ignoring quite valiantly the fact that the blush is creeping down her neck now]

Ah, that face.

I wouldn't want to make her angry. She might not love me any more, and then where would I be?

[runningmouth]

The one he always makes around you, yeah.

Stuck with world peace, and she doesn't put out.