[Just about the only thing in this godforsaken room that looked comfortable enough was this. Not that it really does anything to save her figure.]
[She blames mostly the DR, and slightly the hormones, for having the sudden urge to act a little girly. Styling her hair~ which means pulling it into a long braid.]
No I wouldn't. [Turns around in her spot, though she has to be careful not to hit him with the belly - look at this thing >:| - and tilts her head in a way that could totally be mistaken for being coy.] What do you want?
[She blames mostly the DR, and slightly the hormones, for having the sudden urge to act a little girly. Styling her hair~ which means pulling it into a long braid.]
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I'm carrying a fucking melon.
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Shut up, rabbit.
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Aside from annoying the hell out of me?
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... no.
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Then breaks it, keeping just a brief distance between them.]
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Why'd you... [stop?]
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Because you aren't in the right mind. I don't roll that way.
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