013 [Voice]

[directforce]

[Bia shall be clearing her throat loudly before she begins- by which the narration means actually banging two cymbals together to gather attention; after a few moments she chuckles slightly and bursts into a rather off-key song]

On the first day of Christmas
my true hate sent to me:
A Vulture in a Carcass~

[Then she stops singing for a moment and

Comments

[plumbagoblue]

Keep your day job.

[directforce]

I don't have one~

[FIlter: Private]

...That you deserve to know about.

[plumbagoblue]

Then starve~

[directforce]

Darling, you'd be surprised how willing people are to give me free food~

[plumbagoblue]

Ew.

[directforce]

...I break them if they don't give it to me, darling~

[plumbagoblue]

Oh sure.

[Filter: Oreithyia]

[directforce]

Okay, darling- let me set this out in a rather clear way. Think that I'm a prostitute ever again and I will find you and reel you guts out while you're still breathing; I've killed six people at least since I've been here- don't think for a second that I wouldn't rip apart a little brat like you if you cross me, ever.

Now, go play with a rattle and leave the big girls in peace until they feel like paying you attention again.

[Filter: Bia]

[plumbagoblue]

Oh back off. I wasn't thinking anything like that~ My mind's much cleaner.

[Filter: Oreithyia]

[directforce]

Good girl, and remember that implications are bad, bad things- liable to get limbs broken.

[Filter: Bia]

[plumbagoblue]

I wasn't implying anything. That was all you.

[Filter: Oreithyia]

[directforce]

Yeah, whatever- are we done?

[Filter: Bia]

[plumbagoblue]

God I hope so. I hate being manhandled.

[Filter: Oreithyia]

[directforce]

Watch that pretty little mouth then~

[Filter: Bia]

[plumbagoblue]

Weird. You think it's "pretty?"

[Filter: Oreithyia]

[directforce]

...Do you want me to?