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Alisa U Zemlji Chuda
KIROKAZE

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"I'm Dorothy Gale from Kansas"
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Jules of Nature
he wasn't even looking at me and he found me
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Three Goblin Art
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@busty-tendency
"… Really?"
"… It’s not connected with my hair if that is what’s going on in your head." At least she didn’t scream or yell at him like a crazy fangirl. That was good … for now.
"...If it's not, them lemme see it! I won't believe you unless I touch it myself!"
Dione’s eyes widened a little in surprise when she heard. Was Josephine actually going to give in? It was almost too good to be true… but Dione was thirsty, so she was going to take what she could get.
"Yes… " she said with an enthusiastic nod. "Red Wine is what I want…"
"Got it. So-- Why don't you wait right here and I'll bring it back for you, okay? It'll just be a minute. I'm pretty good at running."
Josephine gave her a sort of half-hearted salute before beginning to back away.
Jojo, it's me, Caesar. I've come to say those are some bellissima boobies.
"I’M IN HELL. I’VE DIED AND GONE TO HELL."
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"… You kinda remind me of someone."
She silently reached up, trying to grab for his hat. She was mystified with the idea that maybe his hat was connected to his hair. It certainly looked like it was part of it.
*STROHEIM SALUTE* FFFFFFFFFFFOOL! GERMAN SCIENCE IS THE BEST IN THE WORLD!
JESUS CHRIST. What was with the sudden influx of people?! She just wanted to drink her wine far away from these people.
"DIDN'T YOU DIE? ARE YOU A GHOST OR SOMETHING?"
"T-That is not what I meant!" Dione cried, her face turning bright red. "For you to imply I’d do such a lewd act! I… I am very offended!”
"First you’re scamming me, and then you’re accusing me of this… what’s next? You ought to be ashamed, madame!"
"Me thinks the lady doth protest too much anyway! You got to kiss me. It's not like you're walking away with nothing! You're just walking away a little thirsty. Big deeeeal."
Okay, slight guilt again. Dione's face was a precious shade of red at this point. Josephine wasn't sure how far she could push her. ...So maybe it'd be best to give in a little.
"Scamming? Oh. You cut me deep, lady. Fine, fine. Red wine is whatcha' want?"
"Eh!? Why should I? You’re me, you don’t get special treatment because you’re a lady!”
This was seriously weird and he’d probably realize that if he spent more than thirty seconds thinking about the details.
"You-- ...That's the exact reason I should get the good treatment! I should get it because I'm a girl!!"
After a few audible groans and sighs...Josephine looked from her outfit to his.
"...You wear your pants too low, you know. One slip and it's a one way ticket to arse-town. How lewd. What would Granny say?"
*Muffled Pillar men theme in the distance*
"..." That definitely has her visibly nervous.
SONO CHI NO SADAME! JOOOOOOOOOOOOOOJO!
"…What goddamn language is that? Jesus Christ."
"Tch, yeah right. Granny Erina doesn’t care what reason you have for being rude. Trust me, I know."
Still, she had a point. Erina tended to jump all over him for being rude to ladies.
Did it count when he was being rude to himself, though? …in a way, anyways.
"...She's made a couple of exceptions. ...You know, like when it came to people treating others badly. ...But I guess if it were me, she'd tell me to suck it up."
It seemed she had a bit of remorse. ...But it clearly wasn't much.
"...But Granny isn't here! Be on your best behavior, Jojo. I aaaaam a lady, afterall! Ya' know! Gotta hold open doors for me and stuff!"
"Don’t ya fuckin’ call me that again. Just for that, yer not gettin’ my hat, ever."
"It's a pet name, man. A sweet name, understand? Okay, how about 'Dicky' then? That's a good nickname, right? Oh come oooon! I just want to see it for a second!"
"Don’t you get sassy with me, little missy!" she growled, her face getting a little red with how irritated she was getting. "I kept up my end of the bargain, and now you’re not going to keep up your’s? If you don’t give me what I want, I’ll… I’ll bite you, how about that?!"
"Now, that's a unique proposition. Let me see if I can get on your page."
After clearing her throat, Josephine began to pace.
"So the problem is I won't buy you a bottle of wine, right? ...So then your solution is to...give me a hickey? Lady, I like your method of problem solving. It's...cute. But I don't see how that'd fix anything. Plus I can't have my neck marked up by some lady!"
"She’d do the same to you for bein’ rude in the first place!"
"..."
He had a point.
"...Hormones? My excuse could be hormones. You wouldn't understand, you know. Granny would get it. She'd totally get it. She'd say 'Yeah, give him a good whooping'! "
...No she wouldn't.
"The hell’re you goin’ on about? I’d recognize anyone that pissed me off before. Ugh. It’s bad enough that it’s snowing like crazy, now you’re running around spouting all sorts of crazy stuff. Must not be my day…"
"...Nope. Noooope. Pretty sure I-- ...Yeah. I met ya' I said the same thing to you and then...ya' threw me clear across a field. Like a pouty, temper tantrum throwing three year old. ...A big three year old. What's with that attitude, huuuuuh?"
"I could say the same thing, really."
"Where are your manners, huuuuh? I'm still a lady. I bet Granny would beat the snot out of you for that, punk."