❝Snrk—❞ ❝The fuckin' angel getting her own category shouldn't be so funny.❞

❝. . .Yeah, uh, that closet ain't mean to fit three people. Didn't really think that needed to be said.❞ The closet is promptly opened back up. ❝Come on, out'a there.❞

❝Yeah, why not.❞

Zdrada takes a step back, doing her best not to laugh at them. ❝Hmm. Good question.❞

❝Pff, fetch these fuckin balls right here—❞ Clearing her throat to disguise a chuckle. ❝But uh, yeah, I dunno.❞

❝I'm only hard to get when I wanna be.❞

❝Hell no, not in front everyone. I am not trying to commit any acts of terrorism.❞ Colorful way of putting it. ❝If it's goin' down, it's goin' down in the sanctity of privacy.❞

❝Yeah, sure, something like that.❞ A round of headpats for each of them.

❝You fuckin' spazzes are gonna wear me out, I can already tell—❞ At least it gives her something to do that isn't being antagonistic. ❝Anyway, c'mon, some release actually sounds kinda nice.❞

❝Good fuckin' grief.❞ Zdrada spends a moment to pinch the bridge of her nose in frustration. ❝I'm talkin' about sex, ya dunces.❞

//Yup! DMs would be preferable.//

//alrighty, replies later. I'm going to sleep.//

Collars. And also chokers.

. . . :)

fine, good morning—

❝I take the staunch stance of "I don't really give a shit."❞

❝Exaaaaaactly my point.❞

❝Just don't touch my shit, and we'll get along just fine, probably.❞

❝Hey hey, who's out here tryin' to commit some cardinal sins tonight.❞

❝Ha, the angels are horny. That's fuckin' hilarious.❞