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[heretolookhot]

[Santana looks like crap, straight-up. She holed herself up somewhere safe after the first few times she was brutally attacked by flowers, and has been there ever since. She seriously can not handle this shit, okay. And as a result, she's kind of late.]

...are they gone yet?

Comments

[toys_with]

[Well, this is probably the only nice thing she'll ever say to Santana, but:]

Those roses? They are.

[heretolookhot]

Are you trying to trick me?

[toys_with]

[She rolls her eyes.]

Must you be suspicious of my every word? And do you really think I would be outside were it still dangerous?

[She's very visibly outside, under a tree somewhere.]

[heretolookhot]

I don't know. Maybe you like bloodsucking flowers.

[toys_with]

Unlikely, but if you're so certain of that, feel free to stay in your little cave until Spring has passed.

[heretolookhot]

No thanks, I got someone who's not a crazy to tell me what's up.

[toys_with]

A pity. I was looking forward to a few months without hearing your screeching on the Vine.

[heretolookhot]

My screeching?

[toys_with]

Just like that.

[heretolookhot]

I think you're confused. My voice? Like a sex goddess. You sound like a toddler having a tantrum over candy.

[toys_with]

No, I do believe it's you who is constantly nattering away about nothing important.

[heretolookhot]

Oh, right, because there's a ton of serious business to talk about here. We're either getting attacked by stuff or forced into lesbianism.

[toys_with]

If you don't find getting attacked every other week to be of importance, then why are you hiding until those overgrown plants are gone?

[heretolookhot]

It is important, but why would I want to keep talking about it? It's freaking depressing.

[toys_with]

You just enjoy haring yourself talk, then.

[heretolookhot]

Or I'm lightening this hellhole up. If you don't wanna hear it, you're free to just shut it off and bitch somewhere else.