 10:25:57 San| Yeah the D med is pretty useful. I just think there must have been some cheaper boys around. |
10:24:44 Eagle| No only 12kcbut I'm just happy I got the 330k med for free that's all I wanted anyways |
10:24:03 San| I don't think the quest gave that much money. I had tons of silver quests this month. Glad I still have one ZZ EEE boy after the other retired after last month. Bred an EEP ChCh this month so he's staying for questing purposes too! |
10:22:15 Eagle| Well I have no studs so I usually spend upwards of 50k on breeding quests so I'm happy puls it made no difference to my bank account 🥰 |
10:21:36 Kelan/Rain| Lol, the tux hides the orange underneath |
10:20:11 Void Malign| tuxedo, but I think she's an orange in disguise |
10:20:03 San| 37k spent on that quest? That's outrageous! It normally costs me 750-1500 ebs with my, ZZ boy. I wish I had the audacity to put my WWE boys up for that much! |
10:18:02 Kelan/Rain| Lol, is she a rare female orange cat? She could share the cell my cat sometimes has |
10:17:24 Void Malign| well, she only has two braincells at the best of times lol |
10:16:49 Kelan/Rain| Ah, yeah that could be a possibility and just hasn't realized that side doesn't hurt as much now |
10:15:21 Void Malign| My only guess is that she bruised herself when I initially startled her because she ping ponged around |
10:12:40 Eagle Well that was easy and only 37k spent
Breed a ZZ PP foal and I got a dressage med! Yay I actually need those.
-HEE Click- |
10:12:38 Kelan/Rain| Okay, good, I second guessed myself lol. Yeah I'd also aspect more right side than left with that too. |
10:10:56 Kelan/Rain| Pup is a cat right? Or am I miss remembering and she is a dog? |
10:10:42 Void Malign| I'd be more inclined to think eyesight issues if is was her right side since that eye had a severe infection that required 3 rounds of antibiotics to cure |
10:09:20 Void Malign| Ruled out pain. No limping, jumps around just fine, and I've roughed her up to check for injury. About all she does is her usual trying to grab my hand and bunny kicking lmao. I haven't ruled out eyesight issues, but she doesn't have depth perception issues or anything |
10:08:25 Kelan/Rain| But then again, dogs do associate things randomly sometimes and have to relearn that's not the case |
10:06:26 Kelan/Rain| Huh, that's strange. It's she blind on that side or possibly in pain in one of her legs on that side? |
10:04:12 Void Malign| It started when I accidentally startled her one morning a few weeks ago. Either way, I'm reaching the point where I don't want her in my lap because I don't know if she'll be fine with being petted or just go "nope" all of a sudden. |
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(tf you mean callouses probably ain't a word? It's literally the plural version of callous xD) Lieutenant Dwyer ᓚ₍ ^. .^₎ "Why thank you," Glory said, grinning. Insufferable had always been the goal. "Oh yes, the absolute kindest. It's why I'm always good-tempered and never a pain in the ass," She said innocently. Quite literally every human she'd ever happened across would strongly disagree with that statement. Even Ronan would say she was a pain in the ass. Leo's hand, warm and rough against Glory's, was officially certified Really Fucking Big by the Filangee Analysis and Research Team, aka FART. Which Glory totally didn't make up. "Now you've got it. You've just got really big hands. Those ain't meat spiders, they're octopodes(ok-tuh-poh-deez, latin)with bones," She snickered. At his next words, she turned her hand over a few times, thoroughly examining the lightly calloused and rather scarred flesh. "I'm more worried about your sight if you think these things are beautiful," She said with a snort. There was a long, jagged scar running over the whole palm, and an intersecting scar ran down her wrist and all the way to her elbow. That was an old one; she didn't remember exactly what'd happened, just that it bled enough to scare kid-Glory. Which was a lot. She snorted in agreement as he spoke. "Endangered sense, that sounds about right." Common sense really WAS an endangered species though. Bring back illness, bring back the plague, bring back manslaughter, anything to aid with selective breeding. Letting idiots who weren't old enough to have alcohol have kids was probably part of the reason for all the half-cooked people walking around. "For the BEE STINGS, you said you didn't want to have to find anything to soothe them if I got stung trying to fight them," Glory huffed with mock indignance. She snorted at his next words and said, "Forget poison, I'm pretty sure viagra would kill you." You never know. Especially since more people die of coconuts falling from trees than sharks every year - about 150 from coconuts and 6 from sharks - so anything was possible. "I know you knew I knew but answered anyway so I'm gonna give you shit for it," She shot back, smirking a little. "Actually yes. I'm sure the nurses at Libobon share the same concerns," Glory stated rather seriously, biting back a grin. "Only a little, he says. And my hands just sprained," She said with a snort. Glory knew damn well he missed her, but that was alright since she hated being outside without him. Keres kept the place, sort of bare as it may be, pretty well organized, and it wasn't hard to find a bowl for the slimy aloe vera. She used the knife - admittedly shittier than the ones she'd lost, dammit - to break up the clumpy gel, smoothing it out better. It took long enough on its own, and took longer since she was doing it one-handed. Still, she was thorough. Once she was finished, she wiped the knife blade on the edge of the bowl and made her way to Leo, apologetically saying, "I'll try to be gentle" as she ever so carefully started applying it to his burns. |
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(I DO NOT KNOW I am FUCKING TIRED and I'm on the type of vacation where I get up at 7 every morning and go to a theme park for the whole day and auto correct was telling me it was wrong! *sobs* my brain can't keep up) - General Anubis AKA: Craptain Jack Spare-Ribs +++ "You're very welcome." He responded with a half smile. "You're pushing it there." He eyed her like trying to decide whether to have to speak it aloud or not. He decided that he did. "You are one of the biggest pain in the assess I have ever met, buuuut I love you anyway, so you got lucky." He huffed. She was a pain, but in a good way. Usually. When she INSISTED on trying to get hurt around every corner and tree, SOMETIMES he debated whacking her upside the head to save her the trouble, but that didn't count. "I may have big hands but that wouldn't prove yours are just normal. Even if they are." He grumbled in defense, snorting at her words. (Love how you included how to say it. Part of me wants to be offended and the other part of whacking the first part and telling it that it's a damn good thing you put that in cause I don't have any fucking clue how to pronounce that word without it xD) "Oh SHUT UP. It was a compliment, and a truthful one. You just have a messed up view of beauty. He grabbed her hand, albeit softly, and traced his fingers along the scars. "Each of these represents something, even if minor, that you lived through, survived, conquered, and came out stronger on the other side. That's beautiful. Every callous means you worked hard for something, that you were determined. That's beautiful. You could attempt to have an optimistic view on some things, you know." He mused, half berating her and yet still someone wiggling the compliment and the explanation all into one. He may not have an optimistic angle himself, but while everybody else was at somewhere in between 0 degrees and 360 degrees, he was somewhere off in the abc's. In any case, it meant he got a different view on the world. He released her hand from its captivity after he finished explaining his point of view. "Very endangered." He stated solemnly. He was sure there was less than 100 people in the world with true endangered sense anymore. You should have to have papers and tests and all that shit to have kids. If the idiot marries the moron, it only gets worse from there. And only a moron would marry an idiot, and vice versa, so the world was dipping in IQ VERY quickly. "Just be quiet and give me a pass, will ya? I survived an explosion." He gave her an injured look. "I'd prefer poison." He faked a shudder. Yes he was getting used to her words, no he did not like it, yes he would pretend to be offended. Don't ask questions. "I know you knew I knew you knew but you don't HAVE to give me shit about it." He huffed, rolling his eyes. "Gee, you have so much faith in me." Sarcasm dripped off of his tone. "Dagger wounds are nothing like burns. I hate burns." He added in a mutter, unbidden memories prodding at the edge of his consciousness. "Pfft. Fine. For the five minutes you were gone, I missed you greatly. Happy?" He asked with a snort of his own, settling himself so that when she came over she could get to the burns on his back. And shoulders. They would leave some damn impressive scarring, that was for sure. As she did walk over, he tried to hold in a wince, his back teeth clenching slightly. It wasn't even only the pain, it was the memories making it worse than it was. Though the pain fucking sucked. "Glory? Gentle? Never." He mused, a teasing tone in his voice, mostly to distract himself. It didn't work very well. Every muscle in his body went rigid with pain, even though the cool, soothing slime helped red hot blistering wounds. |
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(No those are the fucking best you're off the hook xD And, regarding octopodes, you're welcome lol. I remember that one since I've suffered through some "octopodeez nuts" jokes after telling my brother about the word T-T) Lieutenant Dwyer ᓚ₍ ^. .^₎ "When am I not pushing it?" Glory countered with a rather smug grin. "Awww, thanks. I try my hardest," She said, her grin only growing, "But who's THE biggest pain in the ass if it ain't me?" She couldn't help but ask; one could never say anything that implied an entertaining story around Glory without being practically interrogated. "True, but it does prove that any argument about my hands being small because yours are big to be a lame one," Glory countered. As he grabbed her hand, she gazed down at the scars, trying to see it the way he did, and failing. To Glory, scars were, in most cases, a permanent mark of shortcomings. Maybe it was because she got a lot of the doing something stupid. Maybe she was just too hard on herself. But participation awards didn't push people to strive to be better, so no, she absolutely wouldn't ease up on her standards. "I don't get it," She said, wrinkling her nose. "Most of these were something totally avoidable and retarded, how is that something conquered? I see them more as reminders to don't do what caused it again." She paused for a moment before continuing. "We both know without that, I would definitely do it again." Glory was... one persistent little creature, let's put it that way. With very little concept of self-preservation. "Just you watch, in about 10 years scientits will be warning everyone that endangered sense is now extinct sense," Glory said. She, as a general rule, called scientists scientits, and she didn't really think about it anymore. "I refuse," She sniffed, "I survived the meteor that wiped out the dinosaurs, so there." She stuck her tongue out at him in a childish display of annoyance, just being a pain in the ass, as per usual. "I know you would, since apparently the only thing scarier than women is a boner," Glory snickered softly. So much for keeping him out of the firing line... whoops. Old habits die like mean old people; slow and cursing you out the whole time. "Yeah, well I know you knew I knew you knew I knew and because of that I DO gotta give you shit for it," Glory shot back. She could keep this up for AGES. "That I do, but since you kind of have a habit of up and leaving those poor folks just trying to keep you alive," She reminded him. The poor nurses were NOT a fan of it. While Glory tended to threaten them and curse them out sometimes, she WAS good about not leaving when in no condition to even stand. "I know, brèagha, it is what it is," She sighed. Sure, it was what it was, but holy crap why did it have to be? It wasn't fuckin fair. "Very happy. I take delight in the suffering of others," Glory said with that malevolent grin. Sure, that was true, but not HIS suffering. His suffering hurt what was left of Glory's soul. She winced in sympathy, wishing more than ever for literally ANYTHING from her junk drawer of drugs, but continued on, trying to get it over with as quickly as possible. "Sometimes!" She argued. "Well, not often..." |
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(Ah good You have my sympathy xD) - General Anubis AKA: Craptain Jack Spare-Ribs +++ "There have been times. Very rare times." Leo replied with a snort. He had captured them in ink- that was a story for another day- so she could not argue. "I can tell." He rolled his eyes, amusement flitting across his expression. Of course she tried her hardest. How kind. Her next question he could answer easily. "Rue Steele." He replied in less than a second, giving a straight answer, as he wasn't in the mood to be viciously grilled. Then again, Glory may be interested in who the fuck Steele was, but that was beside the point. "If you ever meet her, do NOT tell her that I told you her first name." He added with a wince. "I don't want to awaken with poisonous snakes in my bedsheets." That had happened before. He put nothing past that sly asshole. "And that is why I did not argue." He replied easily, making a face as his amazing speech TOTALLY blew RIGHT over her head. "You don't say." He drawled sarcastically, his mind frantically searching for a simpler way to say it. "Even if they're reminders of what not to do, that is still something that is aiding you in your life, therefore beautiful. In any case, even if you don't get it, it don't matter, because all that matters is that I think every part of you is beautiful, scars or not." He huffed. "On that train of thought, I do believe it was your words... ah, what'd you say? Oh yes- scars can be hot. So stop thinking of them as mistakes and start thinking of them as accessories that you can't get rid of." He half smirked, half grinned. He paused for a half second and decided not to ask about her use of the word scientists... although he was tempted to point out there was a second s in the word. He focused on the general meaning instead. "Pfft, they won't even know that something is wrong by then." Leo scoffed, shaking his head. The earth was doomed. "You were on earth at that time? Huh." He wrinkled his nose. He rolled his eyes at her words. "What happened to our deal? It's been five minutes! Not even that." He complained. "And none of that's SCAR- you know what, I'm not having this discussion with you right now." He pressed his knuckles into his forehead for a moment and recollected his thoughts. If Corrupted found them, he did NOT want his last discussion with her to be about THAT. Dear lord. What a wretched way to die. "Yeah, well I know you knew I knew you knew I knew you knew because you were DO NOT need to give me shit." He retorted with a huff. He was most likely going to back down in an exchange or two- it was already too confusing- but until then, in like a minute, he would go strong. "I only leave when I need to!" He protested. "Plus, I didn't leave when I was in the coma, did I?" Leo huffed heartily. Not like he COULD, but that was BESIDE the point. He knew all the nurses hated him, and he couldn't blame them. He was a difficult patient. Life was much more difficult with the Corrupted shadowing their every move and threatening them with every step they took. Someday, he'd love to take a vacation, not worry about the school, not worry about getting stabbed in the woods. He'd lounge on a beach somewhere in the shade of some palms and let the water lap at his bare feet as he drank a beer. That sounded splendid. "Of OTHERS. I shouldn't count as others." He pouted, his retort cut short as a particular piece of burn got violently murdered- or so it thought. She was being as gentle as possible, and he could tell, but it was enough to bring another low rumble of pain from his lips. It wasn't HER fault but he had always been sensitive to burns. Almost always, anyway. "Not often." He repeated with a faint smile, knuckles turning white as he gripped the edge of the couch and waited for the torture to conclude. |
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(many thanks, westward-facing comrade) Lieutenant Dwyer ᓚ₍ ^. .^₎ "Well I can't think of any," Glory said, wrinkling her nose. As he answered her question - and very poorly - her focus sharpened a little. "Who the fuck is Rue and what's wrong with her name and how does she have snakes and know where you sleep?" She rapid-fire questioned him, more just dumping them on him. Still, it was VERY RUDE to say something vague like that and NOT elaborate. She was about to argue that she could've carried on living without half the scars she had if she just made smart choices, but any and all objections immediately died at his latter sentences. "Oh you sweet-talking bastard," She muttered after a moment, blushing a little. Alright, fine, speech heard and understood loud and clear. He was all too good at getting Glory to shuddap like that, dammit. Not that she really minded, though. How could she? "True," Glory agreed, "in 10 years we probably won't have any scientits left, Just astrologists, who believed it what was essentially fortune cookies with lore." Who the fuck cared where the planets were when you were born? In the fucking SKY, they really don't give a shit about people. Astrology wasn't a science, but with its popularity, Glory guessed more crystal-toting goobers would be harping on about it. "Need I remind you you had the audacity to think I looked 526? In my alien years I am, but by Earth years I'm old enough to have watched the dinosaurs get fried in what still is the world's largest barbeque. It was spectacular," Glory said, somehow managing to keep something of a straight face. "Sorry," She said, grinning sheepishly. "Oh, so later?" Glory said it like it was a question but with no wiggle room whatsoever. Evil. But hey, can't say Leo didn't know what he was getting himself into. "Uh-huh. And I know you knew I knew you knew I knew you knew I knew, but I know you think you think I don't need to give you shit but that's not what I think," Glory retorted. She was still willing to keep it up and would be more than pleased if Leo backed down. Everything was either a competition or an argument with Glory. No other options unless you got lucky. "Really," She said flatly. "You didn't leave while unconscious. Wow. Imagine that. And my dead dog didn't waltz out of the ground because I told him to stay." Made a whole lot of sense. "True, you don't. I'll try to keep that in mind," She said, dipping her head slightly to kiss his temple. "Sorry love," She murmured, trying to hurry. Eventually, she finished, and moved to sit down next to him. "Better?" She asked. |
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General Anubis AKA: Craptain Jack Spare-Ribs +++ Course she couldn't, but that was beside the point. He heaved a sigh at her immediate rapid fire questions, shaking his head slowly. "She is an asshole- or a jackass, whichever of the normal terms you prefer- and she Dislikes her name because it means regret... don't tell her I said this but her parents named her that because they regret having her... and she has snakes because she is almost as terrifying as you and she knew where I slept years ago in the other dorms of Libodon." He replied in the same manner as her, although he slowed down to explain the whole name thing. He had only been so vague because she was prying and he was trying to AVOID this. He didn't exactly want to be castrated- not by Glory- don't ask who. A pleased grin grew on his face as her objections died in her throat. Ahaha. He had won one battle. His grin only widened at her words and the slight blush on her cheek. Double score. 3 pointer. "I am, thank you." He sounded all too pleased. If there was one thing he was good at, it was sweet talking. If there was one thing SHE was good at, it was profane speaking. "Very true." He agreed with a sorrowful sigh. Ah yes, the world was doomed. He hated astrologists- like, unless we're all going to die on the next five minutes, shut the fuck up. No one cares. "I WAS JOKING. Let go of it already!" He tried to whine, but he couldn't help but chuckle quietly. "Plus I'm RIGHT. If you're that old in your alien years, then I am RIGHT." He huffed with offense. "But, I'm sure it was spectacular. I wish I was there. Sadly, I was still incubating at that point." He rolled his eyes. "Right now, or ever." He scoffed. "I would prefer never to have that conversation with you or anyone else, thank you very much." For once in his life, he didn't avoid it because he had a traumatic experience- only God knows what that could've been- he avoided the subject because he didn't appreciate talking about it. There were a couple reasons for that, but they didn't need to be discussed at the moment. "And I know you knew I knew you knew I knew you knew I knew you knew, but I know that you don't need to give me shit all the time." He gave her an exasperated look. His mind may have been angry that he tried to say that, and his mind may have struggled to keep up, but the best strategy was not to show your weakness. "Your sarcasm is beautiful." He complimented her stoically, keeping a straight face. "Good." He replied with a smile, pain dimming in the same warm fluffy feeling he had every time she was anywhere near him. Especially kissing him. He didn't care that he felt like a perfectly cooked pretzel- he liked it. "I'll be fine. I've survived worse." He exhaled slowly, forcing his mind not to allow him to lean back. "Slowly." His skin was kind of very slowly calming down, allowing the aloe Vera to soak in and sooth the pain from the burns. He closed his eyes for a moment, allowing the pain to ebb from his mind. |
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(Eight notifications from y'all ) Keres wonder keres looked at Leo as Heya in spoke. "I'm pretty sure normal terms would add six other words to asshole" She added as they continued to speak Keres watched Ammit outside but still half listened to the conversation. She laughed when glory brought up the dinosaurs "so like 60 million years ago people where feasting on trex ribs" with a pause she added "it probably didn't taste very good" she walked over to Leo to hold any extra alle as glory finished getting it ready. She had treated multiple burn marks on herself the worst one was probably on the bottom of her thigh where her sister shot her with one of the fireworks that shoo four hundred at once. Yea her sister was never sane. |
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(pfft that's nothing compared to the time I left for the weekend and came back to 56 xD) Lieutenant Dwyer ᓚ₍ ^. .^₎ "I don't prefer any of the normal terms," Glory said, snickering in agreement to Keres's words. "Riiiight, so, 'nother question, how do you know her and did you do something to piss her off?" She asked. Though by the sound of it, people like Rue didn't need to be bothered, they were just mad all the fuckin time and innocent bystanders got snakes in their sheets. Those were the sort that Glory thought to have been very slippery babies. Or ugly ones. Or both, and their parents used their slipperiness as an excuse to drop the ugly child in hopes of making an improvement. "Don't sound so happy about it," Glory huffed quietly. Though it wasn't like she minded, not one bit. Leo was always so damn cute about it, how could she mind it? "I refuse!" She shot back. "You're not right, I'm the space alien here and what I say goes. But yes, it was spectacular. Shame you hatched a few millennia later," Glory added, a sad tone trying its hardest to hide the fact she was doing her best not to laugh. "Oh no, them t-rexes were delicious," She said to Keres, grinning. "Alright, fine. Just one last thing; I'm guessing you're gonna be... the end of your bloodline, huh?" Glory asked slowly. In all honesty, she wasn't sure of her own stance on that, so she didn't expect a definite answer from Leo. " I know you knew I knew you knew I knew you knew I knew you knew I knew but you think you know I don't have to give you shit but I don't know about that one," Glory shot back easily. "Thanks, I know," She said, though only half sarcastically. "Oh I know it, somehow you survived prolonged exposure to me and haven't died, so I think you'll live. If you don't, I'll kill you," She said, smirking a little. Glory was the only person she knew of capable of killing a dead person, and she was pretty sure she'd discussed how the actual fuck that was possible with Leo at some point. Then she remembered something. Looking up at Leo she said, "I promised you a whatever-the-fuck-you-want on the way to Ronan's, remember? Given the circumstances, I think it's fair the 48 hour time limit is nullified." |
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(Haha you guys are funny. I once left for 8 days and came back to over 200 xD) - General Anubis AKA: Craptain Jack Spare-Ribs +++ "I was using normal terms simply because I didn't want to spend half the sentence on cussing." Leo rolled his eyes, letting out a snort at Keres' reply. "That wasn't the part of the sentence y'all needed to focus on." He stated, turning his attention back to Glory. "How do I know her..." He mused, eyebrows furrowing slightly. He could barely even remember. It had been years ago. Wai- NOW he remembered. It hadn't been TOO long ago. "She was the person who convinced me to go to Libodon... I met her a couple months before my grand escape." He commented, then continued with a smirk. "Most things I do piss everyone off, and I do a lot of things to purposefully piss her off, but I know what you're thinking- she's a pain in the ass, yes, but she is also my comrade. Friend is an iffy term." He shrugged. "Steele is a different character, but you two would either love each other and I'd become a third wheel or you'd kill each other before I could intervene." He would HOPE that it was the earlier option- okay, honestly, nevermind. He'd rather Steele die in combat so he could have Glory all to himself, but he wasn't going to say that. "I will sound happy about what I want to sound happy about." He huffed, but an amused, happy smile played out across his lips. "Why are you more important than m- nevermind. You are more important. What a shame indeed, though." He snorted, shaking his head. "I wish I got to eat BBQ T-rex ribs." Leo sighed wistfully, imagining giant meat ribs slathered in beautiful brown BBQ sauce. That would be delicious. He could agree. He glanced over at her as she spoke again, her words not really matching what he was thinking she was gonna say. He thought it'd be another joke or something, but nooo, of course she had to ask something like THAT. He wasn't fond of his brain having to work when the rest of him wasn't. Then again, he never worked properly, so his brain shouldn't have to work. Then again again, his brain never worked anyway. "It'd probably be good for the earth if this was the end of my bloodline." He snorted with a shake of his head, somewhat avoiding the question. Mostly to give him time to think about the best way to answer. "I think that's a deep subject that I cannot answer plainly and simply at the moment, so I'll give you a three word delight- I don't know. To spice that up- no fucking clue." He replied, pondering something for a moment before forcing his mind to move on. That was a different train of thought altogether, one he hadn't thought about a lot, and something he didn't want to think about at the moment. "I know you knew I knew you knew u knew you knew I knew you knew I knew you knew I knew you knew but I don't think you know that I don't like getting shit all the time." He huffed, staring her down with a challenging gaze. Yeah, he was going to implode. "You are like the poison that cures me." He barked a laugh. Weird way to describe it, but it works. He lifted his eyebrows slightly at her next words, looking interested. "Oo, yes you did. I think that is fair as well. Let's restart the clock when we can both walk, yes? I do hope that you'll understand I don't want to start that clock right away. Somehow, the idea of focusing my braincells on thinking up a whatever the fuck I want while I can't even move is not appeasing." |
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(That's what, 30~ posts a day? Not bad xD) Lieutenant Dwyer ᓚ₍ ^. .^₎ "Oh come on, that's what makes half the sentence interesting!" Glory protested. "No, it definitely was and always will be." When will swears go out of fashion? Never! People have been cussing each other out since language was invented, so Glory was just... honoring the forefathers of speaking by cursing. Yeah. "Uh-huh... so, technically this bitch saved your ass but you hate her?" Glory asked. "True, you do piss off a lotta people." But, so did she. It was something of a hobby. She raised one eyebrow at his next words, thought a moment, and said, "The way you worded that implies that I, a straight woman very secure in my sexuality, would meet someone you dislike, come out as a lesbian, and elope, and I don't think that's what you meant." Because that made sense. Glory was fairly certain she and Steele would fight like cats and dogs, given Glory's natural standoffishness and the fact she already harbored disdain for someone she hadn't even met. "Uh-huh. You do you, don't let me stop you, I guess," SHe said, shaking her head. "Because I'm the space alien. Have you been listening? If not, I strongly suggest you do before you find out whether the rumors about abductees being probed are true," Glory said rather sternly, trying to keep a straight face. "They were good, but very filling," She stated. "That's... yeah, that's accurate. I think the world can only handle one of you," She said with a snort, wrinkling her nose a little. "Fair enough. I don't think I could handle crotch goblins- other people's bother me enough as it is. Plus, last I checked, I was... how'd they put it... psychologically unwell, and possibly a danger to myself and others," She sighed. It was only the snot-nosed little footballs with no respect or discipline that bothered her. She'd met some great kids - not many, mind you, but some - that made parenting seem utterly delightful. "I know you knew I knew you knew u knew you knew I knew you knew I knew you knew I knew you knew I knew but I don't think you know that I can't help it, I have too much shit and too little damns to give," Glory retorted. Too much shit but not enough damns to give... that should go on a cheesy inspirational poster. "I am the horribly flavored medicine," She said, almost proudly. Honestly, Glory was probably lemon-flavored, if personalities came in flavors. Or extra spicy. Carolina Reaper flavored. "Deal," She said, then added, "Orrr, y'know, just no timer since I can't be bothered to count to 48." |
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