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deathsdoctor) wrote2012-05-25 08:31 pm
deathsdoctor) wrote2012-05-25 08:31 pm
016 [Action - forward dated to Saturday morning]
Sumire, quit it…
[Ah, the trials of pet ownership. Especially pet ownership on a Saturday morning when all you want to do is sleep in and the cat? The cat won’t quit until she gets a little love and attention.
Even if it means she has to use such underhanded tactics as kneading a guy in the breasts with her claws out.
…
… breasts!?]
HNN!
[Yeah, he – wait, no, she, has nothing more to say about that. Female. Woman. Right. Like he… argh… SHE had a run in with Emporio Ivankov, and this is just a Devil Fruit effect. Rolling out of bed now. Staring in the mirror.]
[Okay. One thing more.]
… hnnn… great. I need coffee.
[And a bra. Or better yet, bindings. Icons really don’t do justice to how bosomy Law is for such a slender frame. OP woman you know.
Or she can just let it all hang free.
… so tempting right now…
But coffee first. PRIORITIES.]
[You can catch the lady in question stalking into town not too long after. You see… the clothing problem hasn’t stopped at bras and other lacy unmentionable related troubles. Comes with the territory of being a slender but muscular guy and suddenly finding yourself in possession of some damn hips – we don’t lie – but as tempting as just saying fuck it all and going stark naked, Law rather likes her dignity.
After that, it’s the flower shop for some seeds for herbs. Lunch is next… maybe she’ll even poke up to Cloud Nine out of curiosity, and then it’s time for some hardcore training just so she can get used to this body. Her center of gravity is so off right now.
After that… who knows? Lady Law here will be all over the place. Catch her wherever.]
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[Ah, the trials of pet ownership. Especially pet ownership on a Saturday morning when all you want to do is sleep in and the cat? The cat won’t quit until she gets a little love and attention.
Even if it means she has to use such underhanded tactics as kneading a guy in the breasts with her claws out.
…
… breasts!?]
HNN!
[Yeah, he – wait, no, she, has nothing more to say about that. Female. Woman. Right. Like he… argh… SHE had a run in with Emporio Ivankov, and this is just a Devil Fruit effect. Rolling out of bed now. Staring in the mirror.]
[Okay. One thing more.]
… hnnn… great. I need coffee.
[And a bra. Or better yet, bindings. Icons really don’t do justice to how bosomy Law is for such a slender frame. OP woman you know.
Or she can just let it all hang free.
… so tempting right now…
But coffee first. PRIORITIES.]
[You can catch the lady in question stalking into town not too long after. You see… the clothing problem hasn’t stopped at bras and other lacy unmentionable related troubles. Comes with the territory of being a slender but muscular guy and suddenly finding yourself in possession of some damn hips – we don’t lie – but as tempting as just saying fuck it all and going stark naked, Law rather likes her dignity.
After that, it’s the flower shop for some seeds for herbs. Lunch is next… maybe she’ll even poke up to Cloud Nine out of curiosity, and then it’s time for some hardcore training just so she can get used to this body. Her center of gravity is so off right now.
After that… who knows? Lady Law here will be all over the place. Catch her wherever.]
((Tags will be answered with
deathsdoctorine))
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[...it's a joke. A really. Bad joke]
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Maybe later, Mister Masaomi.
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[Skipping on away. Smirking. He might actually turn around and go back to it. OR stick around. But it's dramatic effect]
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