The Syren Conspiracy (For Floozer)
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While she works on the vase... He works on her. He dips his fingers in the paint and starts tracing lines and patterns on her back.
"I'll wait till it dries before I put your shirt back on." He snorts, and it's only then she notices that at some point during the crafting, her shirt had been taken off! The others didn't seem to mind, however, since most of the couple's were already openly groping each other. What she and Alex were doing was tame compared to the others!
[I need to get dressed. We're heading out for dinner. I'm gonna get myself a giant burger. GIMME THEM PROTEINS, BAAAYBAAAY!]
[I need to get dressed. We're heading out for dinner. I'm gonna get myself a giant burger. GIMME THEM PROTEINS, BAAAYBAAAY!]
[Reverse of Toodles. XD]
"Firstly, when I reached over to grab the tools. You didn't even notice. Second... Um... Well, they've been at it for a while..." He murmurs, chuckling as he keeps painting.
"Firstly, when I reached over to grab the tools. You didn't even notice. Second... Um... Well, they've been at it for a while..." He murmurs, chuckling as he keeps painting.
"Right. Not to mention, I'm a sneaky little lizard." He says, chuckling as he keeps painting her back.
"Well, yeah. A nearly seven foot tall lizard with shiny horns, and weirdly coloured eyes will obviously stand out a lot." He says, laughing and kissing her neck. "Speaking of which... Skull said my organic body is ready..." He murmurs, resting his hands on her waist.
"..... Yeah. If not now, then I'll never be ready." He murmurs, bending his head to plant his lips on her neck and keep them there, as he breathes in her scent. "Plus... You did say you really wanted to fuck a trappy version of me." He says, chuckling.
"It... It is. I mean... Once I get into this body, no more mood swings, no more random bouts of violence, no more... Basically, no more of this crazy shit I'm dealing with. But now... I'm worried about one other thing. What if it doesn't make a difference? What if... What if I've just been on this drug so long that it's permanently changed my brain? Worse, what if I now can't live without it?" He murmurs, his hands shaking slightly.
"I... I hope so. Or this is going to be completely useless..." He murmurs, swallowing nervously.
"Well... Fair enough..." He mutters, chuckling a little. "So... I'll go there tomorrow. Collect my body and... You know... Just get into it..." He murmurs.
He nods. "Yeah... I'd... I'd like that..." He murmurs, rubbing her sides up and down slowly.
[I HATE MY INTERNET.]
[I HATE MY INTERNET.]
"My cock." He says nonchalantly, patting her back. "You should check in the mirror. I did a pretty detailed version." He adds.
It seems he'd been joking about painting dicks on her back.
He'd actually painted a rendition of himself and her, standing and hugging each other in a sunset.
He'd actually painted a rendition of himself and her, standing and hugging each other in a sunset.
"Hey, at least I didn't paint a dick." He says, rolling his eyes. "If I had painted a dick, you would have smacked me. When I paint a romantic picture of us, it's cheesy." He says, giving her an annoyed look.