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[whatwassent.livejournal.com]

[this Asch can be found in a dark corner, very unhappy. So unhappy to the point this Asch is snarling and has arms over chest. A very ample chest. And very ample fangs.] I had thought this was over. [she's lisping, btw, due to the length of her fangs]

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[prismshards]

There's bound to be other clothes that fit!

[whatwassent.livejournal.com]

[stomps out, chest doing this interesting bounce with each step as she goes and- sorry, lost my train of thought]

[prismshards]

.... [ Follows after her slowly but not slow enough to lose sight of the Amazing Bouncing Melons. ]

[whatwassent.livejournal.com]

[seriously, should be in a porno here] How... damn it! [growling, going through the clothing trying to find something] There has to be-

[prismshards]

[ Nah, no raunchy music. ] ... [ He's trying to help as much as he can with his eyes having a hard time focusing thanks to all the jiggling going on. ]

[whatwassent.livejournal.com]

Are you going to focus on these, or are you going to help, replica? [furiously pulling out modest shirts that she thinks are big enough]

[prismshards]

Huh? Oh, I'm helping! [ Deliberately turns his back to her and rifles through a dresser, picking ones that look like they're made of plenty of fabric. ]

[whatwassent.livejournal.com]

[and in her frustration, the top gets whipped off so she can try on the others]

[prismshards]

[ Sees the shirt go flying, just staring where it landed stupidly. He's not about to take a peek with her storming about. ]

[whatwassent.livejournal.com]

[tries some shirts on, slowly calming as she finds some modest ones that fit] Better.

[prismshards]

... [ Once the rustling has stopped he turns around. ] Not bad.

[whatwassent.livejournal.com]

[looks at him, eyes focused on his neck] No. Not at all.

[prismshards]

[ Doesn't notice now that he's taken to picking up the mess they made. ]

[whatwassent.livejournal.com]

... [walks over to him, posture rigid]

[prismshards]

[ Closes a drawer and looks about for where the rest of the clothes in his arm should go. ] Hm?

[whatwassent.livejournal.com]

You were watching me. I could smell it.

[prismshards]

I've been watching you. The furniture doesn't do much that's interesting.

[whatwassent.livejournal.com]

You were watching my chest.

[prismshards]

I- It's distracting.

[whatwassent.livejournal.com]

[suddenly drops her head to his neck, licking]

[prismshards]

Wha.. Asch..! [ Hugs the remaining shirts to his chest. ]

[whatwassent.livejournal.com]

[keeps at it, shaking slightly]

[prismshards]

..what's wrong?

[whatwassent.livejournal.com]

I want to pin you against a wall and bite you.

[prismshards]

I didn't mean to stare.