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lalondeliciousRequired How Is My Driving.
Attempt politeness and steer clear of wasteful words, remember we're all friends here and we don't want to ruffle any feathers.
If your feathers are ruffled please report to me and the ruffler will be summarily executed or at least given a psychological interogation exposing their flaws. Whichever they prefer.
Attempt politeness and steer clear of wasteful words, remember we're all friends here and we don't want to ruffle any feathers.
If your feathers are ruffled please report to me and the ruffler will be summarily executed or at least given a psychological interogation exposing their flaws. Whichever they prefer.
allofthelevelsThe door slams shut and Vriska starts to consider how good an idea this actually is. Points in favour: should be fun, Dave gets pissed off and there's alcohol fit for a ship. Points against: He doesn't like her much, she could end up dead, John would be pissed if Dave were to be tragically killed in an unlucky turn of events, immediately preceded by falling dice. However, she's saved from giving a shit about repercussions since she can't even see him in the apartment. The chip packet crinkles as it hits the bench and she tosses the stack of movies onto the couch, following their path shortly after. Fucking typical he'd be out.
She kicks off her boots and settle into the most comfortable position afforded to her in the tiny apartment. Feet up on the coffee table and the rest of her trapped in what might, in another universe, be a leather armchair but restrains itself to not quite leather but going to get there some day, just you wait, instead. John maintains that Dave likes the way the walls press the faces of his posters inward, reducing the breathing space further, Vriska just wishes that Dave would get his ass into the room.
She kicks off her boots and settle into the most comfortable position afforded to her in the tiny apartment. Feet up on the coffee table and the rest of her trapped in what might, in another universe, be a leather armchair but restrains itself to not quite leather but going to get there some day, just you wait, instead. John maintains that Dave likes the way the walls press the faces of his posters inward, reducing the breathing space further, Vriska just wishes that Dave would get his ass into the room.
Katie, you owe me. :|
Feb. 3rd, 2013 05:13 pmdunkingdonut[Asahina is bent down with her nose practically dusting the sand on the beach. There is a bug. On a leaf. HMMMMMMM.] What's your name, little mister?
[It's kind of silly, bugs don't have names but if this one did she thinks it would be a Howard.
In an attempt to get it onto her finger she pokes at it.
The tiny thing zaps her!
She sucks on her finger and backs away, shocked. What kind of rude bug does that?]
[It's kind of silly, bugs don't have names but if this one did she thinks it would be a Howard.
In an attempt to get it onto her finger she pokes at it.
The tiny thing zaps her!
She sucks on her finger and backs away, shocked. What kind of rude bug does that?]
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Jan. 22nd, 2013 08:09 pmdunkingdonutWhat: I need to practice playing this fine lady! Either use the situation below or make something up for yourself! I will be happy to go with the flow.
Who: Me and you, you and me, both of us together~
[Labouring for hours in the pool has worked up a ferocious appetite in the stomach of Asahina, it's a fierce war zone that can only be resolved by stacking her plate to the gills with donuts. The pile is at least five times taller than the average plate serving should be. It wobbles as she leaves the room. Today, she will feast.]
Who: Me and you, you and me, both of us together~
[Labouring for hours in the pool has worked up a ferocious appetite in the stomach of Asahina, it's a fierce war zone that can only be resolved by stacking her plate to the gills with donuts. The pile is at least five times taller than the average plate serving should be. It wobbles as she leaves the room. Today, she will feast.]
