Khamu'wooooooo. It's been a long, hard day. Have a little pity?
[ Lies. She's been drinking for hours. And, judging from how her arm tightens protectively around her victim new friend's shoulders, she's not planning on letting him go so easily. A lot like a dog with a new toy, really. Just with less teeth-baring because Khamu'wo is a nice dude. ]
So toddle on back to the house and tell Lord High Arseprick I'll be back when I'm back, that's all. The hells do I need to come to the mansion for anyway?
[ Not that it's out of character for Zanou'a to be a gigantic bag of floppy dicks just because he can. That smug cat bastard. ]
[While it's true that Ceridwen does not rise his hackles like some of the other members, he's still just as firm with her as he is those who prove far more of a hassle. Call it tough love, if you will!]
Whilst I would love to deliver your message, I am afraid I am already here and I will not leave empty handed.
[For why she must return, well. That could be anyone's guess, as far as he was made aware, she was being rambunctious and needed to be escorted away, but who would find the courage to try to force a drunken highlander woman away for the tap? Not many.
However, Khamu'wo is starting to doubt the claim Zanou'a leveled at him, seeing as she seems to be friendly as ever, and no one seems too bothered by her.]
[ GODSDAMN what's a girl gotta do to score in this desert hell, huh????? Ceri heaves a dramatic sigh, shoulders drooping as she aims her very best puppy eyes at Khamu'wo - all woeful green eyes and thoroughly put-out expression.
(She's so full of shit.) ]
At least let me finish my drink, yeah? I'll even buy you a round while you wait, if you want.
[ Might as well enjoy her last bit of free time while she has it. Alas, no bone zone for her today. ]
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[ Lies. She's been drinking for hours. And, judging from how her arm tightens protectively around her
victimnew friend's shoulders, she's not planning on letting him go so easily.A lot like a dog with a new toy, really. Just with less teeth-baring because Khamu'wo is a nice dude. ]
So toddle on back to the house and tell Lord High Arseprick I'll be back when I'm back, that's all. The hells do I need to come to the mansion for anyway?
[ Not that it's out of character for Zanou'a to be a gigantic bag of floppy dicks just because he can. That smug cat bastard. ]
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[While it's true that Ceridwen does not rise his hackles like some of the other members, he's still just as firm with her as he is those who prove far more of a hassle. Call it tough love, if you will!]
Whilst I would love to deliver your message, I am afraid I am already here and I will not leave empty handed.
[For why she must return, well. That could be anyone's guess, as far as he was made aware, she was being rambunctious and needed to be escorted away, but who would find the courage to try to force a drunken highlander woman away for the tap? Not many.
However, Khamu'wo is starting to doubt the claim Zanou'a leveled at him, seeing as she seems to be friendly as ever, and no one seems too bothered by her.]
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Ceri heaves a dramatic sigh, shoulders drooping as she aims her very best puppy eyes at Khamu'wo - all woeful green eyes and thoroughly put-out expression.
(She's so full of shit.) ]
At least let me finish my drink, yeah? I'll even buy you a round while you wait, if you want.
[ Might as well enjoy her last bit of free time while she has it. Alas, no bone zone for her today. ]