08-11-2018, 08:08 PM
STOCKING ANARCHY
✯ — if you don't fuck with us then motherfuck you
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"don't kid yourself, " stocking came sauntering over, shaded gaze roving over the scene. Her words were aimed for delilah, fixing the timid feline with an indecipherable gaze. Those who failed to be straightforward always irked the disgraced angel to some degree. Perhaps stocking was insensitive; speaking her mind had never been an issue to her. The girl pulled no punches, and her words were direct and with meaning. Perhaps it came with the confidence. Perhaps it was a natural thing.
"I get you have this shy schtick going on and all, but I believe you don't need to spare our friend here any punches," stoxking believed Leroy to be able handle himself. The man was no delicate flower, and didn't need to be treated like one. But if he was the opposite of what stocking had been expecting... Oh well.
Soft huff escaping her lips, the feline flipped her lengthy mane. To eat or not to eat. That was the question.
Any sane person would tell her not to eat it, but the firebrand was curious as to whether the pie was as bad as aya had implied it was. She had only been drawn over by the smell of pie. She loved pie, and stocking never passed up the opportunity for food.
Without an ounce of doubt within her veins, curiosity overrid her more reasonable senses. Stocking peels back her maw like a goblin shark to sink her teeth into the pie's skin.
It tastes like shit. Undercooked in places. Over cooked in some. Absolutely burnt in others. It has the texture of a wet panty and a ball of sand rolled into one and-- oh, that was nearly a gag. Keep it together. She's several retches away from blowing chunks all over the place.
She's a food conneisur. She has tasted the metaphorical butt crack of the devil in terms of dishes. She will conquer this shit pie if its the last thing She'll do, and she'll come away unscathed.
Stocking withholds a grimace and swallows, and the piece of pie trails down her throat like a slug. You've got this. She's tasted worse. Like... Ass for example. A very saggy ass, in fact. What a good comparison stocking. She makes a mental note to clap herself on the back for that next time.
It takes her a full minute to process the horror she's bestowed upon her taste buds.
"I've never been more ashamed in anybody in my life. Even my sister would be jealous of you," she turns towards Leroy with a face that echoes her disappointment. "How do you just fuck up a perfectly good pie like that? Gordon Ramsey knew what abomination you had birthed here today, he'd would kick your ass in a fraction of a second."
"I get you have this shy schtick going on and all, but I believe you don't need to spare our friend here any punches," stoxking believed Leroy to be able handle himself. The man was no delicate flower, and didn't need to be treated like one. But if he was the opposite of what stocking had been expecting... Oh well.
Soft huff escaping her lips, the feline flipped her lengthy mane. To eat or not to eat. That was the question.
Any sane person would tell her not to eat it, but the firebrand was curious as to whether the pie was as bad as aya had implied it was. She had only been drawn over by the smell of pie. She loved pie, and stocking never passed up the opportunity for food.
Without an ounce of doubt within her veins, curiosity overrid her more reasonable senses. Stocking peels back her maw like a goblin shark to sink her teeth into the pie's skin.
It tastes like shit. Undercooked in places. Over cooked in some. Absolutely burnt in others. It has the texture of a wet panty and a ball of sand rolled into one and-- oh, that was nearly a gag. Keep it together. She's several retches away from blowing chunks all over the place.
She's a food conneisur. She has tasted the metaphorical butt crack of the devil in terms of dishes. She will conquer this shit pie if its the last thing She'll do, and she'll come away unscathed.
Stocking withholds a grimace and swallows, and the piece of pie trails down her throat like a slug. You've got this. She's tasted worse. Like... Ass for example. A very saggy ass, in fact. What a good comparison stocking. She makes a mental note to clap herself on the back for that next time.
It takes her a full minute to process the horror she's bestowed upon her taste buds.
"I've never been more ashamed in anybody in my life. Even my sister would be jealous of you," she turns towards Leroy with a face that echoes her disappointment. "How do you just fuck up a perfectly good pie like that? Gordon Ramsey knew what abomination you had birthed here today, he'd would kick your ass in a fraction of a second."
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