Apr 3, 2012
"Hey...Ja...oho...hahahahahaha, really? Oh hahahaha, I can't."
.... And that would be the last ally. "Errr... Don't. Even. Start." Her fine eyebrows knitted together.
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"Hey...Ja...oho...hahahahahaha, really? Oh hahahaha, I can't."
.... And that would be the last ally. "Errr... Don't. Even. Start." Her fine eyebrows knitted together.
Also I might be too late, I don't know.
...........
(( I AM DYING AJSIODJAIOSD ASD ))
"I only want to help. But fine, don't take my advice. Not like you ever have before." She singsonged, finally confident that she really did no more than Jafar about something as she turned to leave again, not pausing this time. Half of her was hoping she'd call her back.
Jafar only wrinkled her nose in a frustrated sense, crossing her arms firmly over her chest as though she was pouting. Such a fitting stance for the pathetic state. Her cheeks lightly puffed up, taking a seat, deciding she would sit there until the spell wore off. Utterly. Humiliating.
.... Does this mean I get two mommies? D:
"Ahh... Berry..." And that would be the last one heshe was concerned about. Her daughter. "I suppose-- For the evening at least..." Her lips pursed together. At least she wouldn't be young enough to pass judgement?
Since when are YOU a woman?
"Ur-Ursula?!" She pursed her lips. Not another ally. Allah help himher. "Err, just for the day. A blasted spell was put over me. But another hour and I'll be back to my normal self." Her lips pursed for a moment, attempting to provide the woman with some familiarity. "How are you?" Oh, the casual conversation was rather awkward.
I could help you to return to your regular self now if you like.
"Err, I don't think you could. Unfortunately that blasted Morgan Freeman is the only one who can control such forms." She rolled her eyes in displeasure.
Do you want to be returned to your male form?
More than anything. I only have an hour and a half left. Thank Allah.
Don't you feel a burning desire, some what familiar yet completely opposite, almost complimentary.
"No... I don't." Jafar brought her hands over her chest again, humiliation consuming her very being once more.