> Daves: Hang out. (Fourth wall shenanigans, ahoy!)

[striderismo]

[ The video feed opens to Dave, wearing remarkably less clothing than anybody last saw him in - just jeans and a t-shirt, in fact. No bulky coat, no Torchic body heater. Notably, there's no snow anywhere in sight, either - just rock walls, flickering with the light of a sizeable campfire

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[stolemyfries]

[Look who's floating around your mountain Daves, all grey-like and shit.]

[stolemyfries]

Huh? [That stops her a moment.] No, of course not. That'd be pretty gross.

[striderismo]

Oh, yeah, fuck me. That would be pretty gross. How'd I miss that?

[ No dice. He struggles a little, but this bitch is freakishly strong. ]

[stolemyfries]

If you stop struggling this would be much easier. [Pressing him harder into the ground she leans in close to his face again, snaking her forked tongue right below his eye.]

[striderismo]

[ And then he lies very, very still, side-eyeing that tongue as well as he can. ]

If you. Lick. My fucking eye.