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While D’Anna had never played pool herself, the object of the game seemed simple enough, really. That, combined with the fact that the body she’d been stuffed into actually did appear to come equipped with the basic know how, and she wasn’t half bad. Unfortunately, her opponent was just a lot better. And in his own body, too. That had to be some sort of unfair advantage right there.
"This game’s stupid!" She announced loudly as she lost yet another round, pouting in a way that was probably unbecoming of someone as old the individual the donor body usually belonged to and she crossed her arms over her chest. Then came thoughts of something called ‘fireball’ and how Asher wouldn’t look so smug after a few rounds of that. She had no idea what any of it meant and, frankly, she didn’t want to.
"You’re just a sore loser," he insisted, smiling around those strange fangs that set her new body slightly on edge. He looked like Leoben, but then so did every tenth person she ran into on any given day. All he had to do was speak and the likenesses came to a screeching halt, though. He was always so moody, abrasive and yet it still felt like this Joey person was quite fond of him.
"STUPID!" D’Anna quickly reiterated, moving away from the pool table in a huff and flopping down on the couch. She sat there stiffly, arms still crossed, refusing to look at Asher… until she yawned. "Hey! I’ve know what we can--"
"No."
"DAMMIT!"
[Tag D'Anna inna Joey, Asher or both. Just make it clear which you're going for. Tagging order for both will be Your Pup/D'Anna/Asher.]
"This game’s stupid!" She announced loudly as she lost yet another round, pouting in a way that was probably unbecoming of someone as old the individual the donor body usually belonged to and she crossed her arms over her chest. Then came thoughts of something called ‘fireball’ and how Asher wouldn’t look so smug after a few rounds of that. She had no idea what any of it meant and, frankly, she didn’t want to.
"You’re just a sore loser," he insisted, smiling around those strange fangs that set her new body slightly on edge. He looked like Leoben, but then so did every tenth person she ran into on any given day. All he had to do was speak and the likenesses came to a screeching halt, though. He was always so moody, abrasive and yet it still felt like this Joey person was quite fond of him.
"STUPID!" D’Anna quickly reiterated, moving away from the pool table in a huff and flopping down on the couch. She sat there stiffly, arms still crossed, refusing to look at Asher… until she yawned. "Hey! I’ve know what we can--"
"No."
"DAMMIT!"
[Tag D'Anna inna Joey, Asher or both. Just make it clear which you're going for. Tagging order for both will be Your Pup/D'Anna/Asher.]