{ooc: This post follows immediately on the heels of
this one; No, 202 has no idea what's become of her sister. She was a little busy being thrown off of a roof at the time and missed all of that.[The feed clicks on halfway through a bouncing spin, having already hit the earth hard enough to knock it open and set it in motion once more. It
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Sorry beautiful, this is reserved for studly guys with this on their hand-
[[This one has an extra hole. The Homunculus raises his hand to bare the marking on it momentarily, then allow for his shield to seal it up once more.
Huh, that injury. Handy. He debates if saying "I digress, madam, your 4th usable hole does have a very sexually adept feeling within mine trousers." would make Martel slap him. Because if it would make Martel slap him, normally it would make other women slap him.
He decides against it. Penis is usually a slapable offense.]]
Yeah? You can't huh?
What about a man that wouldn't happen to, but I may just go collect that bit of flesh. Maybe we can get some superglue or something...
[[He steps closer, taking a look from a few angles. That's not supposed to be as sexy as it seems to him, he's sure. Ask him again once he's down off the high of murder.]]
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Well, then he wouldn't have gotten hurt, so we'll just have to assume that I can indeed take it better than he could.
[She grins up at him, happy to be making jokes. They keep her mind off of how incredibly bad this hurts.
Clamping the hand back in place so as to keep her insides where they're supposed to be, the girl climbs wearily to her feet to lean against the wall. She's sore and tired, but that grin remains firmly in place-- That whole "murder high" thing goes for the pair of them.]
The superglue won't be necessary, but thank you anyway. What I need is some food. I don't have time to rest, but I'm honestly starting to wonder if those things are edible.
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