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[daze_n_dazzle]

Mother fucking son of a god damned whore, I'm going to stab that bitch's face in with an unsharpened pencil.

I think I'm going to drown the mutt, too. The things it did with my body...

Kvasir, babe, you'll live to regret the bows.

Other than that-I'm back, bitches.

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[blutendimpulsge]

You were such a charming canine though.

Seth is an endearing dog, katzchen. I'd rather no harm befall the creature.

[daze_n_dazzle]

I'd rather you get over here and strip, but that's not happening either.

[blutendimpulsge]

Your assumption is correct, in part, but that means it is wrong as well. My phrasing might have hit sour notes, but the dog shall remain among the living. Such a jovial being shouldn't meet a bloodied end.

[daze_n_dazzle]

I'm drop-kicking it into the ocean.

[blutendimpulsge]

Darling, wouldn't venting as such be more fruitful if you were to kick at the root of your former furred state?

[daze_n_dazzle]

I already said I'm going to stab him. Can't you read?

[blutendimpulsge]

Serpents tend to strike and disappear, dear one. One should not count upon him holding still.

[daze_n_dazzle]

Oh, shut the fuck up and look hot. Better yet...I've forgotten how to properly shower and I would appreciate your assistance.

[blutendimpulsge]

The quiet rumble of disagreement is much preferred to your roaring, darling. I fear I must teach you to fish in this case.

[daze_n_dazzle]

I'm still sleeping in your bed.

[blutendimpulsge]

That seems a habit you should shed with your compact size. My bed has little room to spare.

[daze_n_dazzle]

You know damn well that the fucking mutt and I fit fine on there.

[blutendimpulsge]

Aye, but intention takes up more room than one would think.

[daze_n_dazzle]

Intention? I don't know what you're talking about.

[blutendimpulsge]

Of course not, dear heart. A dog's desires do not mirror a man's.

[daze_n_dazzle]

Psh, you're wrong.