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"...that can be part of it."

2015-10-31 09:04:21

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"That can be arranged. I do enjoy the view."

2015-10-31 09:04:57

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"Good, get used to it."

2015-10-31 09:05:22

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"I already have. Why do you think I make out with you all the time?"

2015-10-31 09:07:35

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"Your eyes are usually closed."

2015-10-31 09:07:49

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"Just for that I'm a butterfly, except I see with my feet."

2015-10-31 09:08:30

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"...I mean, I /would/ kiss your feet, but I think I'd prefer your face."

2015-10-31 09:08:57

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"My lips are much softer than my toes."

2015-10-31 09:10:22

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"I would assume so."

2015-10-31 09:10:49

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"I'm going to assume your lips are just as soft as mine are too."

2015-10-31 09:11:42

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"Maybe not quite."

2015-10-31 09:12:31

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"Let me check." She leaned in and kissed him for a moment, then pulled away. "Hmmm...I'm not sure." She kissed him again. "Still not certain." Another kiss. "Nope, not sure yet." Another kiss.

2015-10-31 09:16:16

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"I don't mind if you test it a few more times." I kissed her back, not letting go this time.

2015-10-31 09:17:56

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She stopped for a moment. "You're right. Results are best when done in pairs." She held the kiss this time.

2015-10-31 09:18:57

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Of course, she was going to get back at Tassek for kicking Seculus out and making her cry. Was it going to be harder? Yes. Impossible? Not a chance. She just waited until she knew Tassek and Lucinda would both be out, and made her way to the apartment. Using a bobby pin she picked the lock, put it back in her pocket, tired up her hair with gloved hands, and stepped inside. The last she needed was evidence that could be traced back to her if Tassek called the police. Once inside, she saw a brand new macbook sitting in the living room. Expensive, but it was probably because you couldn't really put a virus on a Mac. She grabbed it, and stepped into the bathroom. She hummed to herself as she stopped in front of the shower/tub duo, and turned on the water. Once full enough, she turned the computer on, then dropped in the bathtub. The computer shorted out, and became unusable. Looks like he should of been a windows fan after all. After some looking around the room, she dumped all the shampoo, shaving cream, conditioner, toothpaste, soap, and toilet paper into the tub. Good luck saving that. Then, she slipped into Lucinda's room, and found every lipstick and eyeliner pencil she could find before she used them to scribble on the wall. Then, she took all other makeup products, and tossed them in the bathtub. After some investigation of his room, she found all his notes, homework, and texts books, then tossed those in too.

Then, the living room. That was quick. She took out her pocket knife, and dragged it down the couch, leaving a huge tear in the couch cushions. Then, knocked over the tv with enough force to break it.

The kitchen, now. She tossed out ever coffee cup, drinking glass, plate, and bowl onto the floor, and broke them all. Then, she opened the fridge and freeze and spilled its contents onto the floor.

Last but not least?

She went to Warlock's cage, and put her new animal fondness to use. She coached him over to her, and perched him on her arm. Then, she exited the apartment, closing the door behind her, and went to the roof.

Then let him go.

Before Seculus or Lance could notice that she was gone, she made her way back to the shop, a smile plastered onto her face.

2015-10-31 09:39:46

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When Tassek walked in later that day, the first thing he saw was the couch, and the first thing he smelled was the spoiled contents of the fridge. He wrinkled his nose as he stared at the gash. Then he saw the TV.

He sprinted from room to room, finding mess after irreparable mess, and when he discovered the empty cage, he couldn't even scream in outrage before he passed out.

2015-10-31 09:50:36

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There was now one little white bird loose in New York. And with the determination of a large, independence-seeking South American country, one little green deity was dead set on not letting it die of air pollution or other man made forces. They'd seen it perched on a mailbox outside a convenience store and had promptly set out to give it safe haven upon recognizing it as Tassek's pet. Soon enough, they had Warlock safely tucked in a pocket of their baggy hoodie, along with various other birds and small animals trailing behind. Those left on command, and they returned to the hotel room with a polite knock before unlocking it with the key card. "I found someone."

2015-10-31 10:01:49

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The last Satan heard from Sarandiel was a few hours ago when they said they were going to go for a 'walk'. In that time, she managed to raid the snack and soda, machine, and changed her appearance at least three different times. Now, she was in a black silk nightgown, sprawled out on the bed snacking like the immortal being they were. When she heard a knock on the door, her gaze went to the door. "I swear to me if it's another gator, Sarandiel."

2015-10-31 10:08:51

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"Once I shrank it, it fit in the bathtub just fine, you have no right to complain. Besides, you're the one who named it Bernie. But no. A little birdy told me Tassek's been a shit again." They moved Warlock from their pocket to their finger.

2015-10-31 10:14:03

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"Not again. Do I need to tell him he's going to Hell?"

2015-10-31 10:15:14

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"Only if you can come through on that promise." The bird fluttered onto the headboard and chirped.

2015-10-31 10:16:49

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She looked to the bird before petting it. "Maybe. I could beat him a bit too. Stick him in the jar with Haybien." She nudged the glass bottle sitting on the bedside table, where a crying tiny Haybien resided.

2015-10-31 10:18:44

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"Considering your definition of 'beating', I'm thinking no. The jar, maybe." They went over and picked up the bottle, smiling fondly at the little devil inside.

2015-10-31 10:22:15

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He pounded on the glass, begging to be let out. "He could use a friend. Who knows? They both seem self-centered enough to get along.

2015-10-31 10:23:29

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"True enough. ...mmm, maybe a little break, it's not like we'll let him /go/ anywhere." They took the air-punched cap off the bottle and tipped him into their palm gently.

2015-10-31 10:26:44