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originalwebslinger started following you kingoftheninerealms started following you dirty-purple-suit started following you theghostshrink started following you
pocketstorm started following you
“… And what can I do for all of you?”
Not much, it seems.
Hullo, I am Ororo.
alanoftrebond started following you
Jambo, I am Ororo.
Nat...
…You are always welcome in my gardens, if you need to clear your head.
I adore you.
And I, you, my friend.
I noticed your…issue.
We also have an unlimited amount of Hard-Light holograms…
That sounds wonderful.
I thought you'd appreciate the sentiment that you could shoot things without caring about damage.
I'll start the brownies.
Nat...
…You are always welcome in my gardens, if you need to clear your head.
I adore you.
And I, you, my friend.
I noticed your...issue.
We also have an unlimited amount of Hard-Light holograms...
//Hey remember that time Ororo was Wonder Woman and beat Posideon.
And her Truth Lasso was finely honed lightning.
And fucking Ororo Munroe was fucking Wonder Woman.
/i just love this series okay
Nat...
...You are always welcome in my gardens, if you need to clear your head.
“Sitting beside me, he gently pulls my sweatpants down again. Up and down like whores’ drawers, my subconscious remarks bitterly. In my head, I tell her where to go. Christian squirts baby oil into his hand and then rubs my behind with careful tenderness - from makeup remover to soothing balm for a spanked ass, who would have thought it was such a versatile liquid.”
...
Uhm.
...Why...?
Why is this...here?
If you are attacked, I am willing to offer my hand or what help that I may offer to you and your friends. I may be only human but I believe being underestimated has a tendency in allowing me many opportunities to win against a foe.
Westchester…
I believe I will be able to make it there within a few hours using one of Father’s jets. Is there a time that would fit your schedule best?
Considering it would you and I against several Sentinels...I could assume it would be a close one. And, as a female, I can wholly understand your point.
...Damian. I live in a mansion. On my own. Because everyone else has been adopted.
I am hardly the busiest soul now my studies are over and there have been no terrorist attacks.
You are also correct in regards to that. I hope that I will not need to stay long in the safehouse. At least, not long enough before the metamorphosis though at this point, I am questioning whether there would be a difference or not.
I need to be busy. I require an activity that will put these thoughts to rest.
Perhaps I ought to visit you. New York, correct?
Ha.
Yes, I believe smashing the living daylights out of our Hard-Light holograms will be a thrilling activity we can engage in.
Westchester...I can't guarantee that we won't be attacked...but we've been clear for a whole month now without issue.