niveouse
i don't know if i trust you enough to stake it through the soul properly.. * [wait a damn——] SINCE WHEN COULD YOU SEE SOULS?
nietzbe
niveouse
.. thank you. * [i don't think i've said it enough.] I MEAN IT, REALLY. * [and really, i don't know what i would do without you here, damn bastard..]
niveouse
try not to let them see you—— * [OR HEAR YOU. OR SMELL YOU. I COULD GO ON,] * i'm not particularly favoring the idea of cleaning up your guts this evening.
niveouse
YOU LAUGH, but you won't be when you're crying over my dishonored corpse .. * [LIFT ME UP, DAMNIT——] i would ask nicer if my patience wasn't so thin.
serapurr
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you're so fine you're like, /pissing me off/, what are you SO FINE for, FUCK --- !
hannstars
I Never Pegged You As The Coffee Drinking Type.. thought you had enough energy as is. but it seems my /theories/ about you are always proven wrong, so.. guess there's no point in continuing.
shenqilou
A change of diet was requested of me upon becoming a model, yet, I'm not very knowledgeable when it comes to preparing the “right” foods to eat. I also don't know what an .. asparagus (?) is. It doesn't sound appetizing, to say the least. Would fruit be a decent alternative? I hear oranges can boost your immune system.
shenqilou
wait, wait, okay, CALM DOWN! NO, i haven't “broken into this establishment” to SPY ON YOU, can you just LISTEN for ONE SECOND? (..) this isn't easy to explain, alright?
shenqilou
So you just let her sucker punch some sense into you? I thought that was my job.
4evercult
im gonna smack you.
4evercult
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absolutely, [ the hammer swings in one hand while the bat is in the other, positioned in the perfect offensive stance even while she's looking up at her target. soo ah doesn't have an actual plan for what she's going to do after the attack on su ho, presently & persistently focused on the task at hand. if he manages to block this hit, she doubts this'll end well, but an unknown confidence surges through her with the notion that he probably won't. she moves with the force of a thousand suns, (or at least she thinks she does), hammer landing with enough blunt force to at least leave a mark on what she initially thought would form along his cheekbone. it doesn't, instead landing closer to the collarbone, but the blow from the bat is nastier, locked on to her target without remorse. she had no reason to feel any, either, if you knew what she knew, saw what she saw. but that seemed to make this all the more fun to her. ] --- BATTER UP! [ she's struck out already, the statement following two minutes too late to count as any decent taunt, but she's still got her sights set on one last thing. soo ah laments that she didn't wear her steel-toed boots today, perhaps gauging the level of pain she were to inflict would've been easier that way. ] i'm sor ---- IF THIS HURTS LIKE SHIT IT'S NOT ON ME.