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Avery/Rose/Asher

[maleficentia]

I somehow wonder if that mission hasn't already been accomplished.

Avery/Rose/Asher

[hatesbears]

Cuppycake, In a few hours, I'm going to make him vomit up ram cum.

Avery/Rose/Asher

[maleficentia]

[Asher very narrowly avoids a spittake here]

[...]

Explain.

Avery/Rose/Asher

[hatesbears]

Stripping for the Fucklander's bachelor party. Harrison Tweed's going to get the best lap dance of his fucking life and when he's drooling over my fucking pussy? Then I'm going to tell him who I am.

Avery/Rose/Asher

[maleficentia]

...Are you also going to choke him with your pasties? I hope you're getting paid extravagantly.

On a different subject, the idea of Harrison Tweed having a sexuality of any sort has just made me lose my appetite. Thanks for that.

Avery/Rose/Asher

[hatesbears]

Oh, cuppycake, making that oozing pimple on the back of my fucking foot cry emotional fucking tears is enough pay for the rest of the week.

AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA SURE FUCKING PRUDENCE WILL HEAL YOU?

Avery/Rose/Asher

[maleficentia]

I don't think I could stomach it.

Hm. Maybe I ought to ask.

Avery/Rose/Asher

[hatesbears]

How evil do you go.

Avery/Rose/Asher

[maleficentia]

What?

I'm not a thermostat, Christ.

Avery/Rose/Asher

[hatesbears]

Kidnap, or just bad fucking lite.

Avery/Rose/Asher

[maleficentia]

Target?

Avery/Rose/Asher

[hatesbears]

Bear Prince.

Avery/Rose/Asher

[maleficentia]

What a grumpy duck he was. Told me to fuck off, and wouldn't even fight back when I called him on his logic.

I wonder if he'd curl up and die similarly in the real world.