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 Posted: Fri Mar 14, 2014 12:38 am
don't touch the thing
"Goddammit. No."
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Posted: Fri Mar 14, 2014 12:42 am
but i want to touch the thing
"Please?" She sighed, staring sadly, "I'll be gentle."
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Posted: Fri Mar 14, 2014 12:49 am
no. no touching the thing.
"If you don't stop asking I am going to have to devote a ridiculous amount of time to trying to shave right-handed and then there won't be one for you to stare at either. Because I saw that. ********' creepy."
And then, indulgently and without looking up from his book, he reached up to scrub at his chin in an assessing fashion: "Give it a couple days."
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Posted: Fri Mar 14, 2014 1:08 am
touching the thing: future goal
She made a pleased, contemplative sound, and then asked, "So, if you were at a party and a girl really caught your attention...would you wait until you found a mutual friend to introduce you, accidentally brush up against her and go from there, or go right up and start whispering in her ear?"
America's pen was poised and ready above the Are You Good-Girl Hot or Bad-Girl Hot? quiz.
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Posted: Fri Mar 14, 2014 1:18 am
touching the thing: danger passed
"Do I get to skip to the end first and find out which one will get me the result I want? Isn't that how this traditionally works?" Equally indulgently, a tone he'd adopted around her more often of late: "B."
(The idea of Taym "accidentally" brushing up against a girl at a party: ridiculous.)
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Posted: Fri Mar 14, 2014 1:40 am
touching the thing: *jaws music plays*
Marking it down, she recited the options, "Low score is: Too Much of a Good Thing. Means your too subdued, and even if you make girls comfortable that way, they may end up seeing you as a brother more than anything. Middle score is: Badass Bombshell." She winked at him, because the middle road was always a pretty sure route to take in these things. This was obviously not his first time. "Intriguing but not too sleazy. High score is: So Bad You Make the Rock of Love Girls Look Good. And it goes on to say, the last time you used restraint, it probably involved handcuffs and a bedpost."
She snorted softly, making a quiet comment on the sass of magazines these days while filling in her own answers as well as some for Konstantin. The Russian was no longer allowed to handle them after the Great Blackout.
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Posted: Fri Mar 14, 2014 1:51 am
this has gone from thing touching to cosmo quizzes and i am ok with it
He didn't look up, still, but she got a rare thing: the creeping grin he'd been hiding blossomed into a laugh, quiet and short-lived, but not his usual weary, sarcastic bark. "B," he reiterated, still grinning. "Just put me down for B's all the way."
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Posted: Fri Mar 14, 2014 2:05 am
quiz show
America caught the small laugh and her own grin softened as she went to carefully add up their scores. "Well," America began, voice solemn, "...it is with great surprise that I must award the both of us with the title: Badass Bombshell. Imagine that. Konstantin will be relieved to know that he is indeed, Too Much of a Good Thing."
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Posted: Fri Mar 14, 2014 8:34 am
we will we will Glossed lips pursed, eyes narrowing at Taym's comment, then she grinned. " Since when do hot blooded men refuse to let a couple of a pretty ladies into their room when they're offering peeled grapes and TLC?"
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Posted: Fri Mar 14, 2014 11:40 pm
we will we will "Oh well, Pey," America commented loudly, mouth inches from the door, "....sounds like Obadiah doesn't wanna play. Guess well just have to make our own fun." The smile she gave Peyton was just slightly manic. The entire hallway was then subjected to something truly terrible that would ear worm and remind them of dated memes for days to come. "Seven a.m., waking up in the morning! Gotta be fresh, gotta go downstairs..."
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Posted: Sat Mar 15, 2014 9:00 pm
The Pain"Hooray," Kostya said, blandly, twirling his finger in the air in a motion that only America could have taught him. "Very." Kostya unzipped the bag besides the guest chair, producing the coat from within it. He offered it to Taym with one raised brow, and while it had been cleaned and scoured (courtesy of Kostya, of course), it had a patchy scar where he'd sewn the bullet hole up, and not all of the blood had come out. He pursed his lips. "...Need to replace shirt that cut up, also. ...Apologies."
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Posted: Sat Mar 15, 2014 9:34 pm
1337 5K1LL2She appreciated Syntax more than he did, in terms of utilizing his entertainment value. The question filtered in about what kind of games, and the lines of text filtered in, displaying an ascii save the princess sort of side scroller, with Kostya as the Mario. Once Kostya's pixel version saved the princess, he booted her out of the castle and into a pit. :D :D :D
=^___^=
get $princess
echo die(game over!) He'd chatter back for a long time, because he was an endless fountain of energy and excitement-- and complete, utter nonsense. Through careful investigation, though, Syntax would reveal top secret information: when Kostya showered, what his favoured food was based on statistical analysis, and his explanation on how Obadiah T. was a virus ridden half-empty server rack in need of a software upgrade.
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Posted: Sat Mar 15, 2014 10:15 pm
1337 5K1LL2The girl laughed and actually clapped at the little show, gigging as she commented. astrazilla the princess was inefficient America was good at disregarding things she didn't understand in favour of those that she did, so she didn't mind the babble. The little tidbits of information were stored and treasured, though she did try to assure the Syntax that Taym likely didn't have viruses, as such were rare for hunters. Instead the man was just a little stupid when it came to his own self. But what she liked most was just the genuinely happy flow of chatter. There was joy in the exchange and she found herself glad that this was Konstantin's weapon, and not some grim being that was all work and duty. Quote: so what type of cookies crunchy or soft
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