Owling {open}
Oct 23, 2011 2:22:59 GMT -5
Post by Max Rose on Oct 23, 2011 2:22:59 GMT -5
"Please, when I want thirty seconds with something green and dripping, I'll find a Ninja Turtle," replied Max. "Or take Zac up on his repeated offers."
She stuck her tongue out and pointed into her mouth, indicating just how likely that was to happen. Admittedly, she probably would have gone a round with Verax, if she didn't spend most of her time wanting to punch him in the face. While Max might like her sex a little on the rough side, there were boundaries.
Just like with their little aerial ballet. "Tried it. Broke a leg. Decided I want the broom between my legs at all times," said Max, saluting. She hooked an arm around the chimney and swung forward, trying to see how far she could make it. She was half-tempted to just take a flying leap and then tag the first person she ran into. So much fun. Better yet if she managed to land on Verax or something.
Oh, wait, no, he was coming up instead, heading a route that Max hadn't known about. Though, really, the girls probably could have climbed down and popped open a door for him. If, you know, they'd wanted to actually talk to him or something. But there he was, with--
"Awesome, food!" said Max, skipping forward. She snatched a box out of Vincent's hand, giving him a light push afterward. Nothing serious, though it wasn't like Verax wouldn't be fine anyway. She was already opening another box, wrinkling her nose at the contents. Emma had nailed it.
"'bout the only place we're gonna see triple meat," muttered Max. She was already shoving a piece into her mouth, setting records while she strolled back to peer over the edge. "Seriously," she said through her mouthful, "we need something to throw. Maybe you can whip it out and aim," she looked over at Vincent and grinned, "think you can hit the distance?"
She stuck her tongue out and pointed into her mouth, indicating just how likely that was to happen. Admittedly, she probably would have gone a round with Verax, if she didn't spend most of her time wanting to punch him in the face. While Max might like her sex a little on the rough side, there were boundaries.
Just like with their little aerial ballet. "Tried it. Broke a leg. Decided I want the broom between my legs at all times," said Max, saluting. She hooked an arm around the chimney and swung forward, trying to see how far she could make it. She was half-tempted to just take a flying leap and then tag the first person she ran into. So much fun. Better yet if she managed to land on Verax or something.
Oh, wait, no, he was coming up instead, heading a route that Max hadn't known about. Though, really, the girls probably could have climbed down and popped open a door for him. If, you know, they'd wanted to actually talk to him or something. But there he was, with--
"Awesome, food!" said Max, skipping forward. She snatched a box out of Vincent's hand, giving him a light push afterward. Nothing serious, though it wasn't like Verax wouldn't be fine anyway. She was already opening another box, wrinkling her nose at the contents. Emma had nailed it.
"'bout the only place we're gonna see triple meat," muttered Max. She was already shoving a piece into her mouth, setting records while she strolled back to peer over the edge. "Seriously," she said through her mouthful, "we need something to throw. Maybe you can whip it out and aim," she looked over at Vincent and grinned, "think you can hit the distance?"
