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[tipsygnostalgia]

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but leave your message here and she will get back to it once she is no longer blackout drunk
or fuck deep in meowcats

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[tipsygnostalgia]

Yeah. It felt wrong. And I know it's not assault it's... I don't know how to explain. It's different from the type of dislike where you actually want to hurt someone permanently, or enough so that they don't want anything to do with you, right?

[biifurcatiion]

Right. It'th no good killing your kithmethith, then you don't even have one to fuck around with. Only idiotth think murder ith actually emotionally fulfilling in any way, which I guethh meanth I jutht dethcribed literally two thirdth of my thpecieth, but whatever.

[tipsygnostalgia]

If I didn't know any better I'd wonder how the fuck your species survived so well what with the penchant for murder running wild in most of you.

[biifurcatiion]

Even pthychopathth need thomething to fuck thometimeth?

[tipsygnostalgia]

...Have a point, I guess. Then they get to have super, doubly psycho kiddies to continue their legacies of chopping people up and burying them in the troll woods.

[biifurcatiion]

Thomewhere on the planet that wath probably a thuper attractive gethture of romantic intent, or thomething. We're tho fucked up.

[tipsygnostalgia]

So gross. Why does that not even surprise me?

[biifurcatiion]

Becauthe you grew up under our Emprethh, and thhe'th a freak?

[tipsygnostalgia]

Which is kind of funny, all things considering. You know she banned humans from having sex? She was so grossed out by it.

[biifurcatiion]

[That gets him to sit up next to her, a weirdly uncertain look on his face.]

Why, what'th tho grothh about how you guyth have thex? Bethideth the parathitic mode of reproduction thing.

[tipsygnostalgia]

Nothing! Your Queen was just a delusional nutjob. Or maybe she lied and only banned it since she was so jealous she wasn't getting any.

[biifurcatiion]

Heh, well, thhe'd never thtoop to the liketh of fucking around with thomeone who wouldn't even be conthidered a perthon. [He pokes at her side gently.] Or thuppothedly thhe would, but not mammalth, that'th practically beathtiality.

[tipsygnostalgia]

What does that say about you then? [Poking back, all things considering he isn't really one to talk!]

[biifurcatiion]

That I'm a kinky freak, probably? It'th not ath thtrange ath I thought it wath going to be.

[tipsygnostalgia]

Probably! Doesn't really suprise me though, oddly enough.

[biifurcatiion]

Heh, I would athk why that ith but I think I don't need you to tell me.