Le sigh.

[poisonous_womb]

Spring, the time of young love, is almost at an end! I can feel the warmth of summer creeping into my bones, darlings, and while it does feel nice, it leaves much to be desired

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[songless_psiren]

*wry half smile* ...If I knew where to find a good husband, I'd marry him myself.

[poisonous_womb]

...Perhaps we can find a man together, darling. *titters* Wouldn't that be lovely, double dating?

[songless_psiren]

Err, perhaps, yes. *sort of hopes the opportunity never presents itself, for fear Noah scares the poor man away*

[poisonous_womb]

*sighs dreamily, off in her own little world* And maybe a double wedding...

[can_i_eat_it]

Me not sees no husbands... Noah, you see Alphonse?

[poisonous_womb]

Alphonse? The little one from the house, you mean? No, I haven't seen him around... I did find his little turtle, though. That tiny girl one. *reaches into the folds of her robe and pulls out a sleeping Dante, holding her up*

[can_i_eat_it]

*looks disappointed* ...Little Dante Turtle, you see Alphonse?

[poisonous_womb]

*peers down at the turtle curiously as she continues to snooze* ...I suppose she hasn't. *frowns a little* Did you want to take care of her, darling? I don't know what I would do with a baby turtle.

[evilalphonse]

::rolls his eyes:: Oh, for fuck's sake, stop whining.

[poisonous_womb]

...I'm not whining, darling.

*looks him over with an appraising eye*

................

How old are you?

[evilalphonse]

Yeah you are, you're all "waaah, I want a husband handed to me 'cause I can't do fucking anything on my own!" That's whining.

... Uh, seventeen. Why?

[poisonous_womb]

I'm not whining! I'm out looking for a husband, not expecting one to be handed to me, darling.

...Like you.