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phasebitchin

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Jan 03, 2010 18:39

[Whoever told Lilith about Deck 12 should not have done so. She's going from room to room, paying no attention whatsoever to labels detailing furniture within (Mordecai is going to be seeing her about the bedside table he threw her into broke). Already she has a paper bag--double-layered--with three or four glasses and coffee mugs inside. Some ( Read more... )

bitches best recognize, razer, premeditating agony, can has improvised weaponry, i am so gonna rock

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farfairersoul January 4 2010, 18:06:51 UTC

[Razer is, as usual, picking out new clothes. He attempts to rotate out his wardrobe periodically simply because he can't find much in the style of his home that will fit him--like that's new, all his clothes back home were specially tailored--and wearing the same roundear-styled clothing more than two or three times makes him twitch.

He blinks at first when Lilith comes out, then arches one eyebrow and decides to make himself known, if only to find out how on earth some metal mass on a stick could make someone so happy.]

Should I even ask?

[Here, Lilith, have a 6'3½" elf mafia hitman with ears longer than his forearms. He is dressed really well, though, alien-ness aside.]

phasebitchin January 4 2010, 20:28:34 UTC

[Giving him a once-over. Recognizes the accent and would have called him a wannabe Frenchie if not for his ginormous satellites; other than his goofy ears, she approves and grins broadly.]

It ain't the size, it's what you do with it.

farfairersoul January 4 2010, 20:30:48 UTC

[It's closer to German, actually. To get technical, his accent is from Gaytania, which is apparently a suburb of Kras City.]

...Mm-hm. And what, precisely, do you intend to "do with it"?

[He takes a drag on his everpresent cigarette, that one eyebrow still arched, and perches his free hand on one hip.]

Or, again, should I not ask?

phasebitchin January 4 2010, 20:38:10 UTC

[She is fairly careless in her assessment of details, for better or for worse.

Also, he is blipping as bright flaming dots on her gaydar, but that doesn't stop Lilith from battering her eyelashes coquettishly. She swings the club up onto her shoulder.]

Well, since you're coming on so strong, I should go ahead and tell you.

[Leaaaans forward, conspirationally. From this angle, her half-vest, stretchy red shirt and tattoos(?) look even trashier.]

I'm gonna shove this up someone's ass. Maybe the First Mate's, if I'm really, really lucky.

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