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From:

feralfanatic

I am sure you do.

[That sure was a mischievous tone to her voice.]

There does not have to be. Let us just call it hope. Hope that a single day will pass by that does not involve you contemplating how to get into my pants.

From:

devwocean

You don't hope that. [He snorts faintly, smirking] You wwant me in your pants.

From:

feralfanatic

That may be true, on occasion. I will not deny that. All this constant wheedling, though, it starts to sound a little... desperate?

From:

devwocean

Wwhat?! [He's outraged] It's far from fuckin' desperate! And it ain't constant, neither. I havve an itch and I'm lookin' for you to scratch it. That's howw it goes, and if you wwon't, then I'll perhaps go lookin' for someone else wwho's more interested! [He may be protesting just a little too much]

From:

feralfanatic

Awwww, did I strike a nerve? [She laughs mischievously.] Poor little wriggler, I forgot how thin your skin could be, you will have to excuse me. All that time in the water seems to have made you so very soft, finhead.

[Getting him riled up was half the fun, wasn't it? It made the chase and the catch all the more exciting.]

From:

devwocean

I'vve got no nervves you can reach wwith your blunt clawws an teeth, that's for sure!

From:

feralfanatic

Oh and here I thought you enjoyed my claws and teeth. Maybe I am just misremembering.

From:

devwocean

[He smiles slow, and there's a bit of hateful affection in his tone as he answers] Wwell, they're acceptable.

From:

feralfanatic

[A small pause on her end. That had almost sounded like praise.]

Oh?

From:

devwocean

Only they're so fuckin' far awway right noww. So are you comin' to my side or wwhat?

From:

feralfanatic

They are.

[She sighs.]

I suppose I could try to make some time. I had stuff planned for today, things that really need to get done, people I need to see. I can try to find some time to waste on you.

[Might be more believable if she sounded like she meant it. The desire in her voice was clouding her sincerity.]

From:

devwocean

[He just chuckles, reading the desire in her voice. The banter has really made him feel better, despite the things he saw between Mindfang and her other suiters.]

Sure, if you wwant to pretend that you think a it as a wwaste a time, I'm fine wwith you pretendin'. So long as you come.

From:

feralfanatic

Pretend, nothing!

[She was slightly angry he called her bluff, but at this point she wasn't really willing to back out, either.]

I will try to find my way over when I have time. I will see you then, I suppose.

[Disciple cuts the feed. She starts the trek over, but decides she will wait a quarter of an hour just to prove a point, what that point was a little unsure. He certainly had her acting like a nymph. All her wait serves to accomplish is making her realize just how much she wants to go over, herself. Damn.]

[Twelve minutes later there is a knock at his door.]

From:

devwocean

Over the course of the last twelve minutes, he went back to watching the conversation between Mindfang and her various paramours, and his mood has grown black once again.

So it's a good thing it only takes twelve minutes for her to get here. He might have forgotten all about it if she took longer.

When he answers the door, it's with a pistol in his hand, which he points directly at her face. "Wwelcome."

From:

feralfanatic

The oliveblood dances back a few steps in shock from having the firearm leveled at her. It may just be Dualscar being Dualscar, but she cannot stop herself from overreacting to the threat.

"W-watch where you point that thing!" Her eyes were wide from the surprise as she sputters her response.