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[aristophanesfamily]

WHO: ??? + Aristophanes + you
WHERE: The Pearl
OPEN/CLOSED: open
WHEN: Day 3, evening

[A teenage girl in Aristophanes colors, having just clawed her way out of the ball pit, is now sitting on the pit's edge with her head in her hands.]

T...Terrible...this is...ow...

Comments

[grand_finale]

"Swaddle?" What the hell is that?

[unexpectedboner]

Would you like to know? I suppose if you ask nicely I can show you...

[this may be punctuated with an eyebrow waggle]

[grand_finale]

[now she's just confused]

You really are stupid.

[unexpectedboner]

And you really just want to be swept up and cuddled like a small child. It is obvious no matter how many hats you wear.

1/2

[grand_finale]

. . .

[grand_finale]

[CUE THE LAUGHTER!]

HAHAHAHAHAHAAHA!! ...haha...

[unexpectedboner]

Thought about it, didn't you.

[grand_finale]

That was a good laugh... I'll admit.

But, if you ever try picking me up, you will lose an arm. Maybe two. Maybe three.

[unexpectedboner]

G-got it... That...won't be necessary...

[grand_finale]

All right, then.

[unexpectedboner]

...I am kinda curious what kind of guy could pick you up, though. I assume he'd have to be pretty strong...

[grand_finale]

You get curious about weird things, Aristophanes.

[unexpectedboner]

Don't you? I mean, what else is there to wonder about?

[grand_finale]

Other things.

Is that part of your role?

[unexpectedboner]

'Other things'? Sure, all kinds of things are part of my role.

[waggly eyebrows return, possibly due to their great reception last time]

[grand_finale]

You're one weird courtesan.

[unexpectedboner]

You're not the most normal of champs yourself.

[grand_finale]

Oh~? How so?

[unexpectedboner]

Smaller than I'd expected, for one. Like a cute puppy.

[grand_finale]

Sorry? What? I don't think I heard you.

[twists a metal baton into existence...]

[unexpectedboner]

[pshhh not a pick-up, his limbs should be intact]

A chihuahua, or maybe a toy poodle...

[grand_finale]

[his limbs are safe, yes]

[his stomach (and maybe a little below his stomach) not as much]

[THAT IS, swinging to strike him now, with the metal baton. Not enough to really injure him, but enough to knock the wind out of him]

[unexpectedboner]

--!

[dddoubling over and stumbling back; he doesn't (can't) make a sound but his expression is pretty telling that that was less than pleasant...

...for him, at least! for her, it was probably at least two levels of satisfying chillness once she's finished tucking in.]

[grand_finale]

[yessss miseryyyy]

Oh? Did I interrupt?

[unexpectedboner]

[sorry, still working on breathing and making sure all parts are still intact, brb]

. . .