She propped a hand on her hip. The smirk implored him without a word to, by all means, rephrase things for her.
But he had to go and ask obnoxious questions instead. Phooey. Her arms sank into a careless shrug.
"Who wouldn't, among those who know of the Little Sun? My Nhaama, my Nhaama, I need to find my Nhaama...!Pathetic. He needed to lead instead of going on some idiotic quest for a warm body to stick his wick into! It's no wonder the Warrior whipped the everliving shit out of him in the Naadam!"
She brought her hands together, her smile tight venom as her eyes glimmered in newfound steel.
"Like chowing on a plate of buuz, pieces of shit like HIM decide they want to keep picking and peeling and plucking each until they find one with the right filling, tossing aside ones with even a small seam, a crinkle, maybe not enough meat. Such a romantic quest...! Makes me all warm n' fuzzy-wuzzy inside!"
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But he had to go and ask obnoxious questions instead. Phooey. Her arms sank into a careless shrug.
"Who wouldn't, among those who know of the Little Sun? My Nhaama, my Nhaama, I need to find my Nhaama...! Pathetic. He needed to lead instead of going on some idiotic quest for a warm body to stick his wick into! It's no wonder the Warrior whipped the everliving shit out of him in the Naadam!"
She brought her hands together, her smile tight venom as her eyes glimmered in newfound steel.
"Like chowing on a plate of buuz, pieces of shit like HIM decide they want to keep picking and peeling and plucking each until they find one with the right filling, tossing aside ones with even a small seam, a crinkle, maybe not enough meat. Such a romantic quest...! Makes me all warm n' fuzzy-wuzzy inside!"