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[vicioussweetie]

Grinning brightly, Ali steps forward to ask her question, setting her bag down at her feet as she does so. "In a hypothetical situation, because I really don't want him to get grumpy about this, let's say you know someone who's very stuffy and doesn't like to admit he has a sense of humor. If you were to get said person to not only laugh, but

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[chill_whispers]

"Celebration, my sweet, albeit discreetly," the pale woman answers in her ever-silken voice. "And I believe, as useful as what I or Mortimer might teach you may be, it would be best to make use of a more official instructor, as well. If questions are raised, it will be upon their credentials that you may fall back."

[vicioussweetie]

"Okay." She smiles, pulling Sasha into a hug. "Whatever you think is best."

[chill_whispers]

As ever, Sasha is pleased to return the embrace. "Fear not, darling, I still intend to pass on what knowledge of the art is mine to give, and if Mortimer is willing I shall encourage him to do the same."

[vicioussweetie]

"Mmm...okay." She kisses the top of Sasha's head, smiling. "I love you."

[x_ginta_x]

*grin* I say celebrate... and tell me your secret in case I ever run across Sesshoumaru in these parts.

And driving is the word for controlling those big metal beasts, correct?

[vicioussweetie]

She grins. "Sorry darling, but I think part of the secret is being a girl, so...let's not tempt the strangeness of the Nexus with that, right? And yes."

[x_ginta_x]

Oh gods... okay, yeah, I'm leaving that ALL to you.

[vicioussweetie]

"You don't like cars?"

[jumpyspringy]

Get a professional instructor, unless you want to learn to drive like a super-villian.

[vicioussweetie]

"Driving like a super-villain might be fun though."