"I'm in the market for a giant dildo. Pink is preferable."
"Will this do?"
"But seriously, do I look like a fragging sex shop to you?"
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"I'm in the market for a giant dildo. Pink is preferable."
"Will this do?"
"But seriously, do I look like a fragging sex shop to you?"
.:Hmm? Who's comm frequency would this be?:.
:|| Someone ya don't know... ||:
“Pretty Please”
14. Our muses are stuck in a video game and the only way out is for one to kill the other.
"I want out of this mess." He growled, making his servo transform into a sword and aiming it towards the other. "And since one of us has to die it's obviously going to be you."
Looking around for Cyssan, Runner got bored. He gave him a comm."Cyssan, are you around? I miss you. Is your seal still intact?"
.:That’s the strangest greeting I’ve ever received Runner, the strangest:.
Seekerofjustice: ❅ (let's see what I get)
Send me a ❅ and I will generate a number (1-35) for what my muse will say to yours (winter/holiday related).
24. Look, we’re under the mistletoe.
"Does that mean I get a kiss? Or do you not believe in this tradition." Joyride teased the other seeker.
"You need to sleep sometime."
::I get my rest when I can::
✄ =D
Send me a symbol and I’ll describe my muse’s: ✄ - nervous habits
Joyride doesn't really have any nervous habits. He doesn’t get nervous very often. Some things he does do when nervous is sharpen his claws against themselves, bounce his leg when seated, flick his wings, and rub his palms on his thighs.
"Hello. Allow me to introduce myself, my designation is Skylight. You would be?"
"I’m Cleverbot… How did you get into my lab?" Cleverbot didn’t have much time to look concerned before Ravage was at his side, throwing an arm around his shoulders.
"And I’m Ravage, the little ones future self. Pleasure to meet you. Don’t let his paranoia throw you off, it’ll get better in time. I am the living proof of that." Smiling widely, he was almost the exact opposite of his younger self, who was busy glaring at him.