Mmm. Some are better at it. Faster. [Hey there brain to mouth filter, where you goin'?] I was missing an arm when I arrived.
[Conspiratorially]
I may have con---[This word. That I am searching for. Right in the middle of the sentence - poof! She remembers the concept, though. OKAY THEN, INNATE THESAURUS GO.]
---hidden that a little bit.
You seemed fond of the idea of being naked. When you. Suggested it.
[Aaaaaand he sounds excitable. It's so amusing when they flail. Is that the sound of flailing?]
Have to ask Helen. But three or four at least. Haven't seen their asses either. Hn.
Like a sister? [Have a momentary soberish thought!] Well, we've something in common, then. She's like a sister. Maybe a daughter. To me.
[This is good information. You care for Priscilla. You don't eat guts or try and kill her friends - you don't even have an awakened form. You say I CARE FOR YOU with words and maybe flowers or strawberries, not lies and piles of bodies or freshly beating hearts. What she means to say is:]
I like you.
[...]
Of course you can have a say. [Yeah, she heard about that guy. Still miles ahead of Isley. And again, no filter...]
Right. I was about to cut off my arm before I awoke here. Last arm, too.
[Sadly, she can't see that pretty shade of red, and she's a little oblivious to the click in his throat, too - aaaaand she's still pretending that nipple videoslip never happened.]
I'm having a contest? [drink] What for?
[Have a very pleased but very drunk hrm of approval, Zack. Helen was right. Perhaps she should verify this in person. She's suddenly picturing him in tight, black women's panties. What the hell, subconscious?]
[A snort at 'stop going so fast'. It is incredibly funny at this moment.]
Re: [voice : they're all doomed]
[Conspiratorially]
I may have con---[This word. That I am searching for. Right in the middle of the sentence - poof! She remembers the concept, though. OKAY THEN, INNATE THESAURUS GO.]
---hidden that a little bit.
You seemed fond of the idea of being naked. When you. Suggested it.
[Aaaaaand he sounds excitable. It's so amusing when they flail. Is that the sound of flailing?]
Have to ask Helen. But three or four at least. Haven't seen their asses either. Hn.
Like a sister? [Have a momentary soberish thought!] Well, we've something in common, then. She's like a sister. Maybe a daughter. To me.
[This is good information. You care for Priscilla. You don't eat guts or try and kill her friends - you don't even have an awakened form. You say I CARE FOR YOU with words and maybe flowers or strawberries, not lies and piles of bodies or freshly beating hearts. What she means to say is:]
I like you.
[...]
Of course you can have a say. [Yeah, she heard about that guy. Still miles ahead of Isley. And again, no filter...]
Right. I was about to cut off my arm before I awoke here. Last arm, too.
[Sadly, she can't see that pretty shade of red, and she's a little oblivious to the click in his throat, too - aaaaand she's still pretending that
nipplevideoslip never happened.]I'm having a contest? [drink] What for?
[Have a very pleased but very drunk hrm of approval, Zack. Helen was right. Perhaps she should verify this in person. She's suddenly picturing him in tight, black women's panties. What the hell, subconscious?]
[A snort at 'stop going so fast'. It is incredibly funny at this moment.]
I'll slow down just for you.
[Congratulations, you made her laugh!]