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𝔞𝔩𝔳𝔦𝔰 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔭𝔢𝔫𝔦𝔱𝔢𝔫𝔱. ([personal profile] fibrosis) wrote2016-08-05 09:01 pm
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periastera: (& if I should vanish)

WELL THEN I'm sorry for being new with her ha!...because that's how this works

[personal profile] periastera 2017-01-23 12:17 am (UTC)(link)
Who knows? The night is young. Extremely questionable decisions may yet be had. [ Gentle ones. Ones that don't get anyone killed. Ones that end up with bruises in strange places, perhaps, but gentle nonetheless. ]

What would you like to do?

[ Dutch doubts that he's had the option to just do...whatever (with a built-in partner in crime, even!) and she herself tends to default to behaviors that aren't bad, per se, but there's booty calls and then there's hanging out.

There's also the option of hanging out with sex after but those are the most fun when they just sort of happen. Spontaneously. Like controlled demolitions.
] Or is that too open ended of a choice?
periastera: (has gone and lost)

cackles into the night

[personal profile] periastera 2017-01-23 02:10 am (UTC)(link)
Okay let's start with the basics. Food? [ She can remember how to do this thing, really. ] Anyone need beating up? A rooftop we can trespass our way onto, stare at the stars?

[ "What aren't you up for" might have been a better question but she isn't so worried about that. ]
periastera: (to put your face)

[personal profile] periastera 2017-01-23 02:37 am (UTC)(link)
Food on rooftops. [ So it has been decided. It may yet lead to reminiscing but Dutch will keep true to her word. No moping. Not allowed.

She does snort a little.
]

You could point them out and I could beat them up later?
periastera: (& said I already know)

[personal profile] periastera 2017-01-23 03:08 am (UTC)(link)
Fair. [ Dutch also finishes her drink, pulling her jacket up over her shoulders and heading out, giving Pree a little wave as the door shuts behind them.

Then she sticks her hands in her pockets, turns a circle around Alvis, and grins at him while walking backwards.
]

What are we getting? Noodles? Rice? Soup? Meat-on-a-stick? [ Eyebrow waggle. ]