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[feelingflavours]

There's a woman hanging around the Coopers' living room.

Yes, she looks like that.

Yes, she's dressed like that.

What? This is a good place to pick up boys! (Inanna discovered that yesterday.)

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[not_a_dragon]

Long's chuckle has no visible source.

"Subtle."

[feelingflavours]

"I'm not trying for subtle," says Inanna with a shameless grin. "I'm trying to get laid, and boy is it ever working."

[not_a_dragon]

"I know," Long snorts. "The sudden, drastic increase in men on a post-coital high was difficult not to notice."

[feelingflavours]

"Consider it my contribution to the well-being of our post-apocalyptic society," she comments dryly.

[not_a_dragon]

"You would be better off encouraging them to breed and raise the population. What's mind control good for if not helping the recovery of this poor world?" Tiny bit of sarcasm, there. Tiny bit.

[feelingflavours]

Inanna pretends to think this over.

"Procuring sexual satisfaction with a minimum of effort?"

...she has no ambition, really. None at all.

[not_a_dragon]

Long's sigh echoes around the room.

"Naturally."

[feelingflavours]

"Naturally," she agrees.

[not_a_dragon]

"How long do you intend to sprawl there, then?"

[feelingflavours]

"Depends." Brightly.

[not_a_dragon]

"On?"

[feelingflavours]

"Well, for one thing, you gonna come sprawl with me?"

[not_a_dragon]

"Unlikely." He teleports in, anyway, wandering around behind the sofa.

[feelingflavours]

"You say that now," Inanna teases, jangling her bracelets mischievously.

[not_a_dragon]

"The moment I see you undoing that first bracelet, I'm cutting you in two." Long teases in return.

[feelingflavours]

"Damn, cornered." Inanna raises her hands in mock-surrender.