A decided lack of personal misery

[hedbonesoftruth]

Spider sits at the foot of his bed. He wears nothing but his boxers, and only has those on because the neighbors threatened to report him if he continued to go out to get his newspaper and mail in the nude. He finishes his cigarette and stubs it out in the already overflowing ashtray at his side. The paper has been read and lays scattered on the

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[toaskorinquire]

She answers on right on the third ring, sounding sleepy and warm. She's not a blanket thief, but she has a tendency to get all twisted up in sheets, and like most people, has a distinctive just-woke-up voice. Hers has a hoarse sort of purr to it. "Hey."

[hedbonesoftruth]

Yeah. It's official. That way he can feel the dumb smile on his face? There's something very wrong here. Of course, his dick may ally other organs and mutiny...
"Mornin, twinkle tits." She has all these little star tattoos, you see. They look good on her, though.

"Rise and shine. Today, you'll be assisting a journalist! I know you don't want to work for me, that's why I won't be paying you."
Maybe he can fight off that urge to ruin things a little longer.

[toaskorinquire]

She snorts into the phone but there are mattress sounds of sitting up. 'Submissive' is definitely not the word for her, but 'obliging' works.

"Super..." Query Carrie Kelly says in a borderline groan. "What're we doing?"

[hedbonesoftruth]

"We're going to experience this city. I've been out of it too long. We're going to the narrows."

He heard that snort, missy. He knows that she's not into this. Figured she wouldn't be. Best to press on. Maybe up the ante.

"Get ourselves tossed out of Arkham, maybe. An old hobby, but a good one."