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okay, iit doe2n't exactly make up for everythiing.
but all of you troll2 can ju2t go ahead and be jealou2 of my recuperacoon, biitche2.
ii'm gettiing 2uch a fuckiing good niight 2leep toniight, you ju2t watch.
2ucker2.

[Locked to Psiioniic]

thii2 ii2 2ort of embarrassiing.
are you okay?

[OOC: um. What hiatus?]

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There's nothing wrong with being a- [and then she is lifted] Hey! Put me down! Let me down right now!

It'th not tho much that you're a bitch.

[He doesn't even seem that mad. Actually, he's grinning, and it's suddenly obvious that he has a double mouthful of very sharp teeth]

It'th that you're a thtupid bitch. It'th like you're doing it on purpothe. Tho I guethh I'm jutht here to give you what you're obviouthly angling for.

[And he dumps her in the recuperacoon.]

Hey, listen here, I have no problem being a bitch. Hell, I am proud of being a bitch. But no one, ya hear me, no one calls me stupid. Now let me down so I can beat the crap out of you.

[But then he's smiling and she is getting awfully close to that stupid cocoon and, oh no.] Do not drop me in your stupid slime! [but she's dropped. She comes up sputtering, covered in slime and generally freaking the fuck out. She shouts at him in Spanish as she attempts to get out] You asshole. You are going to pay for this. I'm from Lima Heights Adjacent, you know what happens there? Bad things. I am so going to get you as soon as I can get the hell out of this thing. You better start running!

[U mad, Santana? He just stands there, watching her sputter and squirm around in the slime. He's not in the least bit scared of her mouth, or her threats.]

Thquishy little monkey! You'd better have one powerful weapon in your thpethibuth if you think you can beat my awethome pthychic powerth in a fight!

[And he gestures to her] Come at me, bro.

[She stops flailing around in the slime, instead she smirks]

Remember how I bet you I could get your slime? Well, I win. As the winner I demand you get me out of here. Right. Now.

[Eyeroll] You don't have my thlime. You're jutht covered in it.

If I walked out of this room right now, I would be in possession of some of your slime. I win.

Thome of it. God, you jutht can't admit that I totally beat you and humiliated you, can you?

[He picks her up with his powers again and begins towing her to the bathroom without letting her feet touch the ground]

Sorry, when did we say I needed all the slime I figured thome [yes, now she's making fun of you] of the slime would be enough. So again, I win you lose and now you're nicely carrying me around. I could get used to this whole not needing to walk thing.

Whatever you thay. [He dumps her in the ablution trap and turns the water on - cold only - then slams the door shut. All without ever entering the ablution block at all]

Hey! [suddenly bathtub] I get that you're like a creeper, but are you going to at least bring me new clothes or are you planning on taking your creep to the next level?

[His laughter stops in mid 'ha', and he chokes] New clotheth?

I'm kind of like everyone's wet dream, I'm not going to be walking around in wet clothing, especially after being covered in slime.

This sounds so gross.

[Ew.] You're not my wet dream, whatever that ith. And I don't egthactly thee how thith ith my problem.

Get my clothes or I will find every bucket in this tower and put it in your stupid slime thing.

What? Fuck you. Thith hath all been a big wathte of time! Get out of my rethpite block.

Not until you get me new clothes! [She hasn't exactly realized that means he'll need to go through her things]

Even if I were inclined to do that, how would I? You want me to go into your block and go through your thtuff?

Ew, no. Just give me one of your shirts, I can deal with wet pants for a little longer.

[He thinks about that, then grins. He opens the door and hands her a spare shirt, looking a little smug]

Now get out.

[She gets out of the bathtub, and changes into his shirt, it's snug but it's better than what she was wearing. Her pants were still wet so she takes them off, wrings them out, and puts them back on before exiting the bathroom]

I'll give you your shirt back later or something.

[Oh. He looks away, blushing yellow, as she takes off her clothes like it's nothing. She's an alien but he doesn't really want to see her chest globes and bone bulge just hanging out there.]

Yeah, you can give it back, becauthe I don't have an endlethh thupply.

Or maybe I'll keep it and make you suffer.

And maybe I'll wathte thoem of my thopor by putting it in your trunk. Funny thing ith, my boyfriend [That's the human word, right? No way is he going to explain kismeses again right now] hath a key to your rethpite block.

Wait, you're gay?

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