How dare she look at me with that gaze of contempt? I mean, who did she think she was anyways? All these year's I'd invested in my mental ideal of what Claire was and she turned out to be, well, herself. She wouldn't get away with having her own identity, at least not one that I hadn't thought up for her
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*makes face at Carver* And my my my, Mister Carv, you're pretty damn optimistic and chipper for someone who was calling their bitch a "daft cunt" just a few weeks ago. That easy to please?
If so, looks like I won't have my work cut out for me with you. *licks lips*
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My poor little black heart is being broken.
*sudden inspiration* Of course... you could always come fix it. It does involve you sticking your hand up my shirt, so I'm sure you're up to it! Fix this heart! *tempting lifts shirt hem*
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*sticks hand up shirt and gropes around* Um, is this your heart? *wicked grin*
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You got anything broken, Carver doll? *wide-eyed innocent grin*
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Aw, screw this...*just sticks head in shirt* Well, I see a couple of nice things in here...*wicked grin*
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Ahem. *flicks Carver's ear* *shoves him away* I think you've done enough looking around in there. Maybe my broken heart is elsewhere. Like.... there. *twitches hips* *grin*
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*flops into chair*
*laces hands behind back*
*leans back*
*smirks*
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Damn. I was gettin' all excited, too.
*flops down on the floor*
*sniff*
*starts cleaning her fingernails with the edge of her pitchfork*
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*smirk* *lick teeth*
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*sits and looks at you for a moment*
*narrows eyes*
*rolls out of chair and pounces on you*
RAWR!
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*bats eyelashes* Tomorrow's one of the daemon's days. *tap fingers against Carver's thighs* You, uh, wanna come play with the Cixer? Be... *smirk* ...naughty?
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Hell yes! (don't you love the way I always mention your hometown?) If it has to do with you, and being naughty, I am definitely in.
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*grins* And then we'll see what we can do about those pants.
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