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055 x 550 // video // rule 63

[She really only has one thing to say about it, the voice only a little deeper, but just as sonorous,]

This is nice.

[Her eyes turn towards the camera, dark brown and wicked.]

Who's coming to say hello?

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[Carla looks up lazily, lifting a hand to block the sun while she makes a bemused face at Mae.]

Why not.

[A shrug. She's never been very modest in the first place.]

You look very...[And now it's her turn to look up...and up...and up - she's tall. He's tall. Carla is tall.]

Comfortable. In your own skin.

People keep telling me that.

[If comfortable means horny, then she agrees.]

And you don't agree?

[So! Lucky for her she tends not to let her eyes slip down at the first chance she gets - with anyone.]

I don't see why it needs to be commented on.

[It's kind of obvious to her.]

Well, it's a compliment? And also, there's a curse that's turning people into the opposite gender they usually identify with, so I reckon that's a bit of a stretch to adapt to comfortably.

[Carla has been told she doesn't take compliments very well. No surprise why, since she had to ask what the point of the comment was...]

I don't identify by my gender. There are more important identifiers.

[This is something that Carla has always believed. It wasn't a hate for her gender, it was just intellectual egotism. The mind came long before the flesh.]

That'd explain it, then. [No, she sure as hell does not, apparently. Mae pauses, purses her lips, tilts her head.]

Would 'you look hot' be a more effective compliment or would I just be objectifying?

[There's an amused pause.]

You can say whatever you want to, Mae.

[So yes, now that you've explained that you're complimenting her, she's more than happy to be stroked. ~~That turn of phrase came out wrong.~~]

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I wouldn't want to step on your toes.

[Because who knows with you anymore, Carla. Everything steps on your toes.]

Do you want to come inside?

[Danger danger.]

I wouldn't mind a tour of the place. [She hasn't seen any of her living arrangements before, has she?

A bit unsure, though, she digs her heels into the sand, scuffing it under her shoes; hooks her hands behind her back, glances at Peanut because he's safer. Even if he yips out fire.]

Do you get a lot of visits?

People visit.

[No reason to hide, she wasn't cohabitating with a murderous gangster anymore.]

[So it's just ONE destructive personality in the house! And Peanut. \o/]

Stocked up on sweets?

[What a silly question.]

I'll show you.

[She laughs.] Then show me. [This is how their relationship kicked off in the first place: Carla brought sweets.

Wait, does that mean this will end in make-outs again.] Is it a new place? Because if it's a new place, I should've brought some housewarming gift, I feel. Like a potted plant. Or wine.

According to my parents, those are the good, practical options. No-one ever goes for the fountain of molten chocolate, which is a shame.

I've been here since... [I murdered myself and my dog? It's not a great story.] The winter. When I got Peanut.

[Peanut being a gift meant to console her over that whole murdered dog thing...]

[Carla takes her into the kitchen straight away, pulling open a few cupboards. The fridge is full of meat, the cabinets full of candy.]

And this is my first visit. [WHAT DOES THAT SAY ABOUT THEM? It says a lot, probably, except she's got barely enough time to think all through before she's standing in Carla's kitchen, staring at cupboards full of candy.

Her mouth waters a bit. She lets out a laugh.] I had a feeling this'd become our habit. You, fanning the fires of my self-indulgence when it comes to anything sweet. Menace.

[It says that upon acquainting more with Mae, Carla had changed her mind about using the girl in a more callous manner than what has been exhibited. At the moment, however, Carla's eyes darken with interest. Fanning the fires of Mae's self-indulgence? Don't mind if I do.]

You weren't difficult to tempt.

[Dear lord why does it say Belgian chocolate on that box? A tiny groan.]

Are you saying I'm easy?

[Uhm. Well. Let's see how easy it is to kiss you, Mae.]

[Oh, attractive guy leaning in to kiss her- wait. She ducks away a bit, leaning back.] What are you doing?

Tempting.

[Duh.]

Right. ['Duh'.] I meant with food, generally. [Pause.] You're very handsome, don't misunderstand.

Facets of our lives tend to overlap.

[Weakness to temptation is weakness to temptation.]

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