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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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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?

I'm what?

Gay. A guy who likes other guys, and only guys.

You have a word for that? [Eyeroll] Who careth if thomeone ith a girl or a guy? What differenthe doeth that make?

You don't have a word for that? I mean, I don't care but other people like really do. And there's totally a difference! The plumbing ain't the same.

The plu-- [His eyes widen with horror and dip down to look at Santana's, er, hips.] Not the thame?

[Santana's eyes widen as well] You mean it is the same for you? Then how do you tell boys from girls?

You jutht... [Vague, unfortunate gestures] Girlth have vethtigal venom thacth on their chethtth, and their hornth are different. And they're usually more viciouth than boyth.

Edited 2011-11-27 19:40 (UTC)

Yeah, I didn't catch anything you said before horns.

[Okay, the gestures are more pronounced now. Clearly boob gestures] Venom thackth. Like you have?

[she points to her chest] Not. Venom. Sacks.

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