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[littlemisswarcrime]

WHO: Ogre, YOU?
WHERE: Pasture (specifically Lily's roof. sorry lily)
WHEN: Day 12, too early


[ a weed has gotten on top of Lily's roof for the height advantage (tm) and is basically shouting -- ]


Who here wants a big ol' smooch from yours truly?

Comments

[lapdogged]

Uh, you? Anyone can cut their hand or something. Punch a window. Jump off the barn and impale yourself on our fence. Your options are endless.

[littlemisswarcrime]

Yeah, yeah, but none of those are any fun.

[lapdogged]

Oh, so you're squeamish. Gotcha.

[littlemisswarcrime]

No, I'm bored, and impaling myself on a fence doesn't sound like my idea of a good time.

[lapdogged]

It's fine, you don't have to explain yourself to me. S'normal for people to be squeamish over blood.

[littlemisswarcrime]

I meeean, if you're volunteering I could always take a little from you?

[lapdogged]

I mean, you can try? I'm a power nullifier though, so whatever fucked up magic or psychic powers or whatever you're packing is just gonna fizzle out when you get close. You'll have to take blood from me the old fashioned way.

[littlemisswarcrime]

I mean, the old fashioned way sounds fun too. I don't have a knife or a sword or anything though, so it'd be preeetty rough.