That's why I blow things up, Toots. Better buildings than my guts. Unfortunately, all the dopes in this town will scream like a baby if I let out my true passion. So I kill instead.
Want me to make you a life size puppet? Someone you can strangle, smash, rip, bite, and torture whenever you feel especially spicy?
That's sweet of you, Bluebell, but I don't think that'd help me much. I usually just make my own rage room. I pick a place in the city, away from where I know most people live, and just go to town on a room. Like when we busted up those dishes.
I can get as loud as I want, scream until I'm hoarse. I do it until I'm too exhausted to continue, and it usually helps.
I let Silco in last month. Granted, I abandoned it after. The whole point of a secret rage room is that it's a secret.
But I'd let you in, too. If you needed it. Rage rooms only last until everything inside is destroyed so they never last too long. I start a new one just about every month.
Ooo, the lucky dog. But no, it's okay, Sharon. Really. It's your thing, you know? Just like with me holding myself up in my apartment alone and being surrounded by metal scratches some of my itches. Just promise me one little thing.
If you somehow hurt yourself in those secret rage rooms on accident, let me know, okay? I don't mean scraps or minor cuts. Just the big ones. So I can swoop in and drool on you or lick you all better.
You just want to be in the same room as me. Gimme a reason. [ the way there's no more than five minutes between getting the letter and dropping one off lmfao ]
[ because you know, she has to hop off the hoop, send the letter, then get back in position. but anyhow, another projection of jinx that's almost the same pose, but altering it. ]
[ This is the silliest thing they've done, but somehow she finds she's enjoying it. It's a good distraction from the tension. The moment she gets the mental image, there's an immediate sense of awe and desire. Her girlfriend is so goddamn bendy. ]
We need to get a couple of digital cameras working. I want to take pictures of you.
a written letter.
Want me to make you a life size puppet? Someone you can strangle, smash, rip, bite, and torture whenever you feel especially spicy?
a written letter.
I can get as loud as I want, scream until I'm hoarse. I do it until I'm too exhausted to continue, and it usually helps.
a written letter.
No, I get it. We all need our privacy.
a written letter.
But I'd let you in, too. If you needed it. Rage rooms only last until everything inside is destroyed so they never last too long. I start a new one just about every month.
a written letter.
If you somehow hurt yourself in those secret rage rooms on accident, let me know, okay? I don't mean scraps or minor cuts. Just the big ones. So I can swoop in and drool on you or lick you all better.
a written letter.
But I promise. Even if I'm not the one who gets hurt and doesn't tell anyone. ;)
I love you.
a written letter.
I love you, too.
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a written letter. cw: nsfw. aww shit here we go again
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[ and just to be a little cruel, she'll project herself in sharon's mind on that hoop, loitering along it as it idly rocks from side to side. ]
a written letter. cw: nsfw.
Something exactly like that. What about something with your feet at the top of the hoop?
a written letter. cw: nsfw.
[ because you know, she has to hop off the hoop, send the letter, then get back in position. but anyhow, another projection of jinx that's almost the same pose, but altering it. ]
a written letter. cw: nsfw.
We need to get a couple of digital cameras working. I want to take pictures of you.
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