just an odd n end...

[carver_]

How dare she look at me with that gaze of contempt? I mean, who did she think she was anyways? All these year's I'd invested in my mental ideal of what Claire was and she turned out to be, well, herself. She wouldn't get away with having her own identity, at least not one that I hadn't thought up for her

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[cix]

You lucky cocksucking bastard. I can't believe your bitch put out, and I'm still left here bored and... well, more bored.

I think I'll go sulk down in the depths of Hell. The coffee vending machines are down there.

*jealous*

Oh shut the <i>hell</i> up.

[carver_]

Yours is putting out...once she starts she just can't stop. You should be happy--we both seem to be getting some, for the time being.

Re: Oh shut the <i>hell</i> up.

[cix]

'For the time being' is now the phrase of the day.

*makes face at Carver* And my my my, Mister Carv, you're pretty damn optimistic and chipper for someone who was calling their bitch a "daft cunt" just a few weeks ago. That easy to please?

If so, looks like I won't have my work cut out for me with you. *licks lips*

Re: Oh shut the <i>hell</i> up.

[carver_]

*smirks* Oh, nice try there, Cix, my dear. No, I'm not as easily pleased as you may well think. Yes, I might have been drunk with elation over the fact that she let me out of my cage for a short run; but short is the optimum word here. She seems to have hit a wall and has fallen--and can't get up.

Re: Oh shut the <i>hell</i> up.

[cix]

Mine says she has other, more important tasks to take care of first. *half-hearted injured sniff*

My poor little black heart is being broken.

*sudden inspiration* Of course... you could always come fix it. It does involve you sticking your hand up my shirt, so I'm sure you're up to it! Fix this heart! *tempting lifts shirt hem*