🎵 Believe it or not, Hugh isn't at home 🎵 🎷 Please leave a message at the beep 🎷 🎶 I must be out, or I'd pick up the phone 🎶 🎺 Where could I be? Believe it or not, I'm not home! 🎺
[ You know what, she does get "animals murdering each other," which happens to be a topic of interest to her. Maybe Wade can hear it in her voice, the mild lift of pleasure as if meeting another obscure hobbyist out in the wild. ]
Ah. I understand completely. Certain acts of violence do reach a level of spectacle that becomes entertainment. As a child, I often passed the time by watching animals hunt and quarrel for territory.
[ Those were like. Spiders and birds and stuff, but to a baby child with murder on the mind, they were impressive creatures indeed. ]
While your diction leaves much to be desired, I suppose I'll take the compliment.
[God, she's so hot. And dark. Giving Cable a real run for his DC money.]
Like... like squirrels? [You know, she's edging towards sociopath vibes, but she didn't say she was the one hunting them, so he might be totally safe. (Not saying that being a complete sociopath is a turn-off, it just. Bears some thinking about. You know.)]
But yeah, totally. Just like that. You know, one time I watched some polar bears fight over one of my legs. Hah! Now that was spectacle.
[And maybe not the best for the polar bears' stomachs. Sorry, lads.] So this means you won't say no to meeting up for, I dunno, yogurt and violence sometimes? Purely platonic, of course.
[ However, context is for the weak. According to his random polar bear story, Wade evidently agrees. ]
Frankly, Wade, my attraction toward you is at a stunning deficit. And given the quality of the substance you were consuming when we first met, I would have to bear suspicion toward any yogurt of your choosing. If you can accept that I currently have no interest in either your loins or your yogurt, then perhaps an arrangement could be made.
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Ah. I understand completely. Certain acts of violence do reach a level of spectacle that becomes entertainment. As a child, I often passed the time by watching animals hunt and quarrel for territory.
[ Those were like. Spiders and birds and stuff, but to a baby child with murder on the mind, they were impressive creatures indeed. ]
While your diction leaves much to be desired, I suppose I'll take the compliment.
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Like... like squirrels? [You know, she's edging towards sociopath vibes, but she didn't say she was the one hunting them, so he might be totally safe. (Not saying that being a complete sociopath is a turn-off, it just. Bears some thinking about. You know.)]
But yeah, totally. Just like that. You know, one time I watched some polar bears fight over one of my legs. Hah! Now that was spectacle.
[And maybe not the best for the polar bears' stomachs. Sorry, lads.] So this means you won't say no to meeting up for, I dunno, yogurt and violence sometimes? Purely platonic, of course.
[She's gotta keep that shape somehow.]
Unless...?
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I did happen to enjoy the squirrels.
[ However, context is for the weak. According to his random polar bear story, Wade evidently agrees. ]
Frankly, Wade, my attraction toward you is at a stunning deficit. And given the quality of the substance you were consuming when we first met, I would have to bear suspicion toward any yogurt of your choosing. If you can accept that I currently have no interest in either your loins or your yogurt, then perhaps an arrangement could be made.
I had to do it
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[Believe him, someone's lack of total interest in his loins or his yogurt (heh) has never stopped him.]
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It so happens that I haven't. Fajitas, then. Take care that they do not disappoint.
[ Will she regret this? Possibly. But she isn't one to cut off a potentially useful connection without good reason...... ]
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