Locked from Bethany

[newlastscion]

Hey again everyone. I figured I would properly introduce myself this time around. My name's Rachel, I hail from McHenry, Illinois, and I'm eighteen years old

Comments

[ex_former_m]

*laughs*

Oh yeah, I think I know someone who'd be interested.

[newlastscion]

*glares*

Fuck off.

[ex_former_m]

Awww, such language from such a pretty mouth. What would your mother think?

[newlastscion]

She'd probably be proud.

[ex_former_m]

Do you think your father talks like that?

[newlastscion]

He's all forgiving.

Unless you try to dick around with existance, that is.

[ex_former_m]

Aww, that?

I was just havin a little fun. Lighten up toots.

[newlastscion]

Were you having fun when you threatened my mother?

[ex_former_m]

*Evil grin*

Absofuckinlutely. I'm sure she got over it.

[newlastscion]

*she gives him the finger*

Were you planning to act on it? Or were you just having fun?

[ex_former_m]

I see the forgiveness doesn't run in the family.

*He doesn't answer the question*

[newlastscion]

I'm human, not God. Mom probably wouldn't forgive you either.

[ex_former_m]

*Shrugs*

Ah well, no hot pregnant tail for me. Was worth a try though.

((God he disgusts me.))

[newlastscion]

((i heart you.))

*if looks could kill, Azrael would be dead - again*

You could probably knock up some willing hell-hound.

[ex_former_m]

Mmm, not as feisty as your mom. I'd love to hear her scream

... you know.. the good kind of course.

*evil grin*

[newlastscion]

*She'd love to jump on him and start hitting him with all her might right now, but she knows the anti-violence rule, so she just glowers at him.*

Don't you dare talk about her like that.