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[irime]

*has been ensconced in a creative trance in her cave/study*

*realizes she's run out of food several days ago, and this may be influencing her mood just a little bit*

*emerges into the sunlight*

>:|

Fooooooood.... fooooood.... braaaaains....

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[jewel_daughter]

*peers at you*

Oooohhhh.

You're one of the bimbo's spawn.

[irime]

*smirks*

How is mommy dearest? Still missing in action?

[jewel_daughter]

*shrugs*

Pretty much. It's so very dull without her to play with.

[irime]

Sugar, why don't you maybe try doing something productive for a change?

[jewel_daughter]

Silence, impudent step-child. I AM doing sommething useful. Relieving this buildup of tension.

*gestures towards teh store*

[irime]

Miriel? That's a bit TMI. It falls under the heading of hearing about old people having sex >;)

[jewel_daughter]

Oh, I'm sorry. Am I rubbing in the fact that you haven't been laid for even longer than I? *smirks*

Away with you. And Finwe was right. You do need to get that lip of yours waxed.

[irime]

*smirks* Maybe I'm just more discriminating.

And I've just had it waxed >:/

[jewel_daughter]

Discriminating... frigid... all the same thing, really.

[irime]

I prefer to sublimate desires into art. And I'm still in mourning.

[jewel_daughter]

Well. Suit yourself, step-spawn.