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[simplylavish]

*enters in, throws down her duffel bag, and flops down on a couch*

Everyone, get the fuck out. This is my place now, and if you have anything to say in response to that other than "Yes, mistress," I'll make short work of you, or long work if I want to.

Typist: ... Jeeesus. Um. Mabel Extravagance Hades, aged fifteen. Styx/trashcompactor spawn.

Comments

[merrywrath]

*very calmly starts laughing*

[simplylavish]

*takes off one of her boots and throws it at her* Shut up.

[merrywrath]

*catches it* Why should I, brat?

[simplylavish]

Because if you don't, I'll do awful things to you, things you don't want me to elaborate on.

[damndtotartarus]

.... No.

[simplylavish]

Yes yes.

[sexandascalpel]

*...arches an eyebrow*

[simplylavish]

*arches one right back*

[sexandascalpel]

I would truly love to see you attempt to follow up on that claim.

[simplylavish]

I could, if I wanted to.

[whichsideamion]

*stands a few feet away from the couch, just watching her*

[simplylavish]

What are you looking at?

[whichsideamion]

Your right eyebrow.

[simplylavish]

Like my piercing?

[angel_afire]

*...laughs in a vaguely disbelieving way* I think not.

[simplylavish]

I think so.

[angel_afire]

Obviously. Erroneously so, but.

[simplylavish]

You'd be surprised.