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 Posted: Mon Nov 24, 2014 11:16 am
It might have satisfied her to know that inwardly Taym was nursing the dual wounds of being told he looked both old and like a hobo in the same conversation. But he was also a fan of needling people into a fine rage, and he knew that the ultimate way to achieve that end was to adamantly refuse to be needled in return, at least outwardly. "Well, good on you for having a sense of modesty," he said drily, thinking inexorably of America's casual nudity and the yell-so-loud-the-neighbors-get-pissed fight they'd had about it not too long ago. "Although I have heard the argument--and I'm only passing it along--I've heard the argument that dressing for the attention you get wearing, I don't know, frilly pink pajamas and teddy bears and flower crowns--I've heard that dressing for that attention's no better or more saintly than dressing for the attention you get in teeny-tiny shorts." A pause, a considering exhale. "And at least you can work in teeny tiny shorts."
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Posted: Mon Nov 24, 2014 4:30 pm
"Well I have to disagree." She retorted with a shake of her head. "Who could work in shorts that ride up one's a**? It's horrifically offensive to the eyes. In my pyjamas, I have a free range of movement." And in her opinion, she looked hella cute to boot. "On the male side of things, it's equally as gross when a man works shirtless. So far I've been spared seeing a man in short shorts, so far." She took a last sip of tea before quietly setting it down on the table. "Oh, and I don't wear cute pink pyjamas for anyone but me. There are worse things to walk in on than a jammy clad girl having tea."
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Posted: Mon Nov 24, 2014 9:08 pm
"You know lots of those girls walking around half-naked would say they ain't dressing for anyone but themselves too," he said, the bitterness of the statement creeping in in the form of an extremely subtle drawl, maybe impossible to detect if it weren't for the shibboleth ain't hanging out in the middle of it and pointing to the rest. "Anyway, you'll be glad to hear that I've got all the modest and humility that you and the bikini crowd don't, and work with my shirt on. Mostly," he added, because there was no one watching out in the middle of the jungle. This, too, didn't land like the bomb it might once have, conjuring the immediate and disturbing mental image of a walking skeleton hammering nails in the halfway-altogether. Probably he didn't have anything going on under that coat worth looking at, but probably it wasn't anything worth gagging over any more, either. "Refreshin' ********' change of pace, though," he added, scooping up his paper teacup to use it as an ashtray. "Since as far as I'm aware there are still shirtless ********' trading cards being passed around the female population of the island." Thanks, America.
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Posted: Tue Nov 25, 2014 7:22 am
"I can't stop people from dressing like whores and cave men, but I can comment and complain all I like. And I will complain." She was still convinced the scantly clad women of the island dressed as such for one main purpose, and it had nothing to do with the island weather. Thankfully she didn't attempt to imagine what this man would look like without a shirt. Likely it would result in an image of him removing a sweater to reveal another sweater. "Good to know, sir." She replied, half interested. "Not that you're getting any brownie points for it. It's simply in my experience, High School being a great example, that girls who want attention allow their skirts and tops to crop until some degree of cracks and cleavage are shown. And a cold Canadian winter never seemed to stop them either." She took up another lemon square, idly inspecting it in her hand. "Trading cards? With shirtless men?" Kiki scoffed, "This island really is depraved. If they collect all three of one does that grant them the chance of a porking?"
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Posted: Thu Nov 27, 2014 4:55 pm
Bittiface omg the sweater inception made me lol fdjsakfdsja "I'm pretty sure that happens with or without the trading cards, sweetheart," he said amiably.
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Posted: Fri Nov 28, 2014 4:45 pm
"Gross." She remarked, predictably. People her age always used sex as nearly the only means of interaction; as if that was what all adults did. If you didn't, well, you were a nut job, or you were a child for not wanting it or something was wrong with you. Look how easily they went on and on about it. Sex this and sex that. Dirty disgusting animals, the lot of them. She hated everyone her age, or around her age. "We'll be here a while, so maybe we could come up with a line of conversation that isn't dripping with indecent acts?"
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Posted: Fri Nov 28, 2014 4:50 pm
It was tempting to put on a blank face, pretend he couldn't possibly think of anything else. Instead, he settled back comfortably. "How's Deus treating you?"
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Posted: Fri Nov 28, 2014 5:04 pm
Kiki smiled and relaxed her posture. "Well enough, I suppose. I was made aware that life would not be as carefree as I am accustomed to before I arrived. So the shock of it all was not as terrible as it could have been." She'd never worked a day in her life. She'd been a homebody, who was only popular on the internet. "Life duties can be.... rather... abrasive to the senses at times." Like bedpan duty. God, the things she would do to avoid that one. "I'm a tough girl, though. I'll survive." She smirked, folding her hands on her lap.
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