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 Posted: Mon Apr 08, 2013 6:10 pm
"Well I need coats, and you're work doesn't suck eggs." He said, though that didn't mean the pressure was there and he wouldn't judge his custom orders. This was, in the end, business. He'd later tell her, if she did well, how much she could hope to later charge. For now he was glad someone could pick up a needle to help him.
At the open arms, his eyes widened and a grin spread. Full chest access. Moving in, he went for a hug, but that in no way stopped him from trying to cop a feel. Okay, it was only part business. Pleasure if he could get it.
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Posted: Mon Apr 08, 2013 6:44 pm
Gee, thanks TG. That was the nicest thing anyone had ever said to her.
Junko simply gave the boil a strained smile. Over a thousand seeds. Over a thousand seeds. Over a thousand seeds and networking.
But there was only so much she could allow. The moment she felt one of his hands against her breasts Junko's smile became even more forced as she gently put her hands on TG's shoulders and urged him to turn around and face the door. "It was nice to meet you, TG. I'll keep you updated on your coats and have your first coat done before the end of the week."
Get out.
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Posted: Mon Apr 08, 2013 6:46 pm
HE TOUCHED BEWB!
TG was going for more when he was turned away, but hell, he got more than he expected. A full conversation with a ghoul who let him touch her chest puppies. Looking at his claw, he was just on Cloud 9 as he smiled up at her. "I'll be waiting." He said - just a bit too eagerly, and smiled up at her. "Later, sweetlips." And to this he went to hitch up his carriage and head back.
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Posted: Tue Apr 09, 2013 4:39 am
The corner of Junko's mouth twitched when he called her sweet lips. "Goodbye, TG." The door was closed once TG was out and she sighed, turning her back against it and sliding down the door until she was sitting on the floor. "I don't know if I can do that again."
"Do what?"
"Not kick him across a bruteball field like a stupid gnome." The Mistress cackled loudly at that. Junko just rubbed her face. The coats were not even an issue..it was the boil.
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