It was a nice cake, not some fluffy white monstrosity. That didn't stop Nny from raising a knife and swinging with unholy glee, forcefully enough to spatter his cheek with the moist cherry filling. He looked up with a grin.
"...Only you, Nny," she said, shaking her head. "Seriously." She wiped the cherry off his face, eyed her hand, and looked at him. "Well, I guess that saves me having to mash it in your face at least." Like a child, she licked her fingers. "Now that it's dead, I think we can eat it."
Tenna appeared (no, seriously, just kind of appeared out of thin air, just over Devi's shoulder. Practically hovering) (she couldn't help herself - there was cake at hand), eyes wide and excited at the promise of cake. "Knifeman Joe from Hannibal, MO got a leeeeetle too excited about that," she commented in a harsh stage whisper, dancing from foot to foot. She really did have no room to talk. She only knew Nny from what Devi had told her. Seriously, just because he had tried to murder her best friend...
Okay, maybe there was reason.
"CAKE." She let out an odd sort of squeal, grabbing a nearby fork and shoveling out a bite. ...Right out of the cake, yes. Plates? Who needed them?
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"That's one cut fucking cake."
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"...Only you, Nny," she said, shaking her head. "Seriously." She wiped the cherry off his face, eyed her hand, and looked at him. "Well, I guess that saves me having to mash it in your face at least." Like a child, she licked her fingers. "Now that it's dead, I think we can eat it."
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Cake cake cake cake cake cake cake.
Tenna appeared (no, seriously, just kind of appeared out of thin air, just over Devi's shoulder. Practically hovering) (she couldn't help herself - there was cake at hand), eyes wide and excited at the promise of cake. "Knifeman Joe from Hannibal, MO got a leeeeetle too excited about that," she commented in a harsh stage whisper, dancing from foot to foot. She really did have no room to talk. She only knew Nny from what Devi had told her. Seriously, just because he had tried to murder her best friend...
Okay, maybe there was reason.
"CAKE." She let out an odd sort of squeal, grabbing a nearby fork and shoveling out a bite. ...Right out of the cake, yes. Plates? Who needed them?
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"...There's a rubber skeleton in your tits, you know." This from a woman in full fantasy armor, no less.
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