015 :: voice/action

[prosopopoeia]

[Cue some very colorful French curses which involve the many various demons of Hell and a number of their body parts. Also,]

I am going to skin the next cat I see.


[[ooc; Delacroix is out for her morning jog (although why would you do that when you reap no cardio-vascular benefits? haaabit, that's why) and has been forced to chase after and hug eeeeevery cat that's crossed her path \o/]]

Comments

Private

[worldofourown]

What did the cat ever do to you?

Private

[prosopopoeia]

Do not play ignorant.

Private

[worldofourown]

Allergies?

Private

[prosopopoeia]

Zhey are a nuisance.

[MUCH LIKE SOMEONE SHE KNOWS.]

Private

[worldofourown]

Fleas?

[ALWAYS AND FOREVER.]

Private

[prosopopoeia]

Zhey are filthy animals, yes.

Private

[worldofourown]

Shall I get the matches and lighter fluid?

[They can kill cats together!]

Private

[prosopopoeia]

Be quiet, Karl.

Private

[worldofourown]

No need to be shy.

I hate them too.

Private

[prosopopoeia]

Do not even think to compare us like zhat again.

Private

[worldofourown]

No comparison at all, Ms. Delacroix.

[S M I R K.]

You are human, after all.

Private

[prosopopoeia]

How astute.

Private

[worldofourown]

Ah, forgive my lapse of observation:

Undead human lately, correct?

Private

[prosopopoeia]

Your gloating ees disgusting.

Private

[worldofourown]

I've never apologized for myself, Mademoiselle.

Cats eat mice. Chiropterans eat humans. It is merely the law of nature.

Private

[prosopopoeia]

Such apologies would be meaningless.

Private

[worldofourown]

Exactly so~