A tilt of her head. "God. Damnation. These words mean nothing..."
That look, that stance she recognizes well. A more sensual smile dances on her lips. He knows how to play the game. And Mother Night, but he sends off waves that say he's good at it.
A definite purr, familiar ground. "Well, sugar, there's a problem in that there doesn't seem to be anyone here to perform the introductions. We might just have to manage them all by ourselves."
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Date: 2005-07-08 03:31 am (UTC)That look, that stance she recognizes well. A more sensual smile dances on her lips. He knows how to play the game. And Mother Night, but he sends off waves that say he's good at it.
A definite purr, familiar ground. "Well, sugar, there's a problem in that there doesn't seem to be anyone here to perform the introductions. We might just have to manage them all by ourselves."