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Robin doesn't like parties? Selene didn't really know her all that well. Her sister would surely know her better. It was possible then that she might not even show up! How could she achieve her quest then? If anything she might have just made things much harder for herself. "Well she did say she would come" the witch replied, albeit with a hint less confidence than she'd intended. Gosh. I might need to keep an eye out for her here! But at least we can look around for her, right? As it turned out Charlotte had different plans. Instead of seeking out Robin she intended upon getting a drink! In a way she had even invited Sele

Kill, because I wasn’t expecting his response and think that killing him is probably the best option at the moment.

Fuck, Because it's fun. But I never claimed to be a dom - I am a good boy, except when I'm a dirty little slut.

Kill, mostly because his reasoning made me angry and want to kill him. Also, doesn’t his own reasoning work against him, sense he would also be a dom waiting to become a sub and being told they are a good boy or something?

Fluffy white ears lowered flat against Evi's head as she followed her new acquaintance into the brightly lit space. Here the music was louder and the bass thumped harder within her head. It would be a little uncomfortable, but she could deal with it. In fact it only took her a few seconds before her ears relaxed, returning to their normal upright position. Eyes darted about, taking in her new surroundings, and the soft clicking sounds of pictures being snapped within her skull were drowned out by the dance floor's beats. Not here either. Not yet. Evi kept close to Dalton, although now she had given him at least most of his personal

Fuck, because we all know that everyone who has to explain that they're a dom, is really just a bottom waiting to be told what a good boy they are.

Fuck, so he understands that I am dom and he will be my hole. (I won’t get fucked, that’s crossing a line for me.)

Will get a reply out soon!

Oh yeah. I totally forgot about paper mario. It's been so long

Dalton's compliment went unanswered, even in the short woman's expression. Surviving was something everyone did. Well, most everyone. Some people took a quicker way out. It was understandable. Surviving was difficult. But did she really deserve praise for it? Besides, she had gotten off easier than most others in her situation. Her paranoia had resulted in a fluke, and that had prevented things from ending up worse. That and a pocket handgun. Hardly anything that deserved praise. She could be somewhat jarring at times. One moment seemingly aloof. Prim and proper. The next, as she was now, close. An invasion of one's personal bubble. Amus

Then get ready buddy because I'ma put a ring on that finger and have us a gay wedding.

Fire crotch!

Possibly guilty. I have some leftovers that I'll probably use tonight, but am otherwise low on supplies and need to grocery shop, which would be perfect for cooking something delicious with which I can have leftovers of. The next poster loves cooking enough that they barely, if ever, order take-out.

Fire werewolf

Fuck because again, she is as hot as hell. Also, I am immortal, so killing me is impossible, that way, I can make the others upset.

blaster fire

Fuck, because we're married.

Oh, two for the price of one! I can make many specific foods, so not guilty. And I am guilty of having a healthy breakfast - an egg white omelet with peppers, onions, spinach, mushrooms, and swiss cheese with air-fried sweet potato home fries. The next person is planning on making a big meal tonight, or over the weekend.

Nah I love the cinema. Not guilty. If it's a movie I actually want to see, usually. Sometimes I can't make it but I still WANNA see it in theaters. The next poster had a healthy breakfast this morning

Guilty. Can watch in the comfort of my own home without a whining baby or person bitching... Next person knows how to make ONE specific food.

Not guilty. I would like to find a job that I am very happy in. My current job is okay and pays well, but I don’t like some of the work I do. The next poster would rather wait for a movie to come out on a streaming service rather than go to the movie theater. *Edited because I answered the wrong question like a doofus.

Dylan tensed at the thought. Part of them wanted to see the chisel drive into the law students' smug, handsome faces. Instead, they clenched their teeth. "Something like that, I guess." Dylan's hand ached and they flexed it, feeling the ache shift into sharp pain. "I'll find her myself." Dylan said, reaching their good hand into heir pocket and juggling the remaining ecstasy tabs, as they turned toward the house. 'What do you want?' Dylan asked themself as they walked toward the house, looking for Robin, Derek, Charlotte, or Selene - any familiar face. The question was one they were poorly equipped to address. What they wanted had n

Do you mind futa's?

I got them to the bar.

Between the space between them, and not watching, Dai and Ryoko were not seeing much anymore. Not hearing everything. Though they did pick up some of what was being said, they just appeared to be a second pair, like the two they were watching. Dai and Ryoko had of course crossed that line with each other, more than once, though it was not especially frequent. “If you were that bold, maybe you would have got there first.” Ryoko softly whispered with some amusement. Whether a side effect of his job, or some other circumstance, Dai was never quite so quick or one to take the lead, but he was first in line it seemed, not counting her cheati