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[fangfatale]

Thinks he is so special.  Thinks his dick is so special.  Thinks he can forget.  Thinks he can give these stupid excuses.

[Growling and then the smash of a glass against a wall.  She won't be apologizing for the mess.]

Another.

[There's a slap on the bar top.]

Whiskey.

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[twinned]

Trouble?

[fangfatale]

No.

[twinned]

So that's all your idea of fun then?

[fangfatale]

No.

My idea of fun is too scary for you, pup.

[twinned]

Try me.

[fangfatale]

I have.

[twinned]

I know.

What d'you need this time though, Delilah?

[fangfatale]

Need nothing. Want.

[twinned]

And that is?

[fangfatale]

To make messes.

[twinned]

Get deep enough underground and things bite back instead of just barking.

[fangfatale]

I know.

[twinned]

So are you going?

[fangfatale]

Yes.

[twinned]

Want company, or is this a lone wolf thing?

No pun intended.

[fangfatale]

Stay safe in your bed, pup.

I will come in later.