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Posted: Fri Feb 21, 2014 2:03 pm
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Posted: Fri Feb 21, 2014 2:14 pm
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Codebreaking Conversationalist
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Posted: Fri Feb 21, 2014 2:42 pm
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Alister jumped slightly when a cat Pae'il bumped into him, turning his attention over to her. What the-- oh, was she like that Eknath Lisandru kept with him? She had fairly similar features, so he had to assume they were of the same species... They called themselves Rakshasha, right?
Alister dropped his arms, frowning. "Well, some bug bit me," that still felt a little sore, "I fell in love and she ran away," the more he talked about it, the more bizarre he realized the whole circumstance was beginning to sound, "and, on top of that, I got turned into this." That was the point when he gestured to the oddly soft chest, trying to make the point that he wasn't actually a woman.
There was a soft sigh from his lips ... which bothered him, and he frowned.
"How do you women even manage this? Anyway..." He shook his head. "You? What's bothering you?"
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Posted: Fri Feb 21, 2014 2:51 pm
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The fem hadn't expected the other to just openly spew her problems like that. She had been expecting a rather angry gtfo or what the hell do you want. Instead she got bug bite complaints, which seemed to be common tonight... and an issue with... her.. chest?
Ra'tari let out a purr like laughter before sliding closer, the devil inside her unable to resist though she didn't seem to fully understand the purple her was really a he. "What? Don't like them? Too small? Or perhaps...not small enough?" she purred, slinking behind Alistair to wrap her hands around and give the girl's breasts a good squeeze.
Nope, not as fun as bugging her master.
Sighing, she slid off, rounding to the side of Alister, crossing her arms and flicking her tail. "These damn bugs keep biting me, the sexy man snake is boring, some harpy who I want would rather have some purple freak..." she paused and glanced over. "No offense.... another purple freak.... and my master ran off with that stupid flutter winged brat." she hissed in annoyance, her own claws prickling her skin.
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Posted: Fri Feb 21, 2014 4:16 pm
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Montana supplied the answer, "At least once a year, the first I can recall had spiked punch bowl. The teens being here had me mildly concerned." The way she said 'concerned' was far from convincing. Really, she didn't care, but it seemed appropriate to be concerned for the teenagers. From how the cat spoke, she figured Zaden was either a wife, partner or parent. As the name didn't ring a bell, it wasn't worth investigating.
The question of her vanity earned a scoff, "Hardly," She stated as a matter-of-factually. The fae couldn't care one whit as to what she looked like not that she cared that it might look like that the other.
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