022 - not a soccer mom // strikes deleted

[coy_smile]

Mr. Kennedy, I have something of yours.

No one is talking about that dream. Or the apron.

Next time, I'm not playing decoy. Not even the cake. I certainly don't bake. And you all could stand to be a little more careful about what you get yourselves into. Maybe it's callous but I'm not the type to go gallivanting off after people that walk right

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[Voice]

[kingslaying]

Did they force you into it, my lady? I wouldn't have thought it possible.

[Voice]

[coy_smile]

The woman in that dream wasn't me, handsome. I'm not properly domesticated.

[Voice]

[kingslaying]

I didn't believe you to be the type. It was the ever so noble gallivanting I was referring to, in fact.

[Voice]

[coy_smile]

Oh, well aren't you smarter than you look? As far as gallivanting goes, got anything better to do? Survival is one thing, but the Taskforce is the only thing offering any kind of...drive.

Aside from digging wells or storing food.

[trialbyfiregods]

Ihy has such a strange sense of humour.

strikes deleted (He's pretty good at the petty evil part?)

[coy_smile]

Ihy, hmm? Little shit.

I don't suppose you know whether or not that would really happen if I got shoved through that door, do you?

(He thinks he is)

[trialbyfiregods]

He tries to be clever. It's sad.

I do, yes.

[coy_smile]

Mind telling me? Better yet, get rid of that key? I'll be a very good ant.

[im_not_a_rookie]

I second that; aprons and I don't mix. And not because I can't cook.

[coy_smile]

At least there weren't any kids. At least Wesker's sulking, and I'm spared his two cents.

[kennedy_san]

Something of mine?

Don't worry babe, I'm not going to send my best off to be decoy unless it's absolutely necessary. Nothing earth-shattering happening, yet. Plus, I think you might fire me.

...No comment.

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[coy_smile]

Might want to get the silver polish, handsome. This key could use a little work.

Best? Now, now. Flattery will get you everything.

Good boy.

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[kennedy_san]

Silver polish? I'm afraid I don't know what you're talking about, babe. Mind filling me in?

I'm just stating the facts.

Alright?

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[coy_smile]

You don't know? Everyon'e finding other people's keys. They unlock some door that can change a person from good to evil. Supposedly. And I found yours.

Careful, handsome. I'm not so sure some of the others would like hearing that.

Been better.