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[prosopopoeia]

DELACROIX to VOID: 09-06-???? re: Tch

[Like any sane person, Marie Delacroix has decided the only rational response to waking up with a dick is to go out and have a few drinks before returning to her apartment to potentially sleep the rest of this ridiculous experience off. She has settled herself in a dark, quiet bar and is already two drinks in and a few cigarettes down before she fiddles out her device,]

Zhis ees... Really quite unpleasant. I almost perferred zhe stuffed rabbit, and all in all zhis ees almost lazy on zhe part of zhe powers zhat be. Not enough chaos for zheir tastes, I would think. Though zhey did find time in zheir busy schedule to alternate to zhe beginning of zhe month. Per'aps zhey deemed zhis to be enough.

[Delacroix just sounds bitter about the whole thing, but before she can continue her complaining she has to look up and frown at someone.]

No, I will not buy you a drink. Va te faire enculer.

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[unfavoritenomore]

[Stuffed rabbit? That rings a few bells. And, well. There's that accent.]

Perhaps if I buy you one?

Private

[prosopopoeia]

[It does not go unnoticed by Marie whose device is sending this message and although she scowls, she mutters,]

Get on with eet zhen.

Private

[unfavoritenomore]

[He'll be flouncing - yes, flouncing - his way over to the bar. Ignoring all the disappointed ladies and homing riiiight in on Monsieur Delacroix.]

Any preferences?

Private

[prosopopoeia]

[She looks at the bartender when she answers.]

Monte Carlo. He is paying.

Private

[unfavoritenomore]

[An angelic smile at Mr. Bartender.]

Same for me~

[Focusing on Man!Marie.]

Enjoying your weekend so far?

Private

[prosopopoeia]

I am not, but zhis ees not a surprise during such a weekend.

Private

[unfavoritenomore]

Look on the bright side.

You could've awoken with a pair of genitalia on your forehead.

Private

[prosopopoeia]

Must you always be so uncouth?

Private

[unfavoritenomore]

But isn't it remarkable?

I can say the filthiest things - do the filthiest things - and this body looks perfectly angelic.

[Solomon's specialty.]

Private

[prosopopoeia]

[She rolls her eyes.]

I suppose, eef one is so easily swayed by appearances.

[Ugh where is her drink.]

Private

[unfavoritenomore]

But so many are, dear Miss Delacroix.

...For instance. I would be quite averse to slipping my fangs in, if you always wore this form.

[He - likes the ladies? What can we say?]

Private

[prosopopoeia]

[She is so close to throwing that drink in his face. She'd much rather drink it herself, however.]

I suppose eet is 'eartening you 'ave some standards.

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[unfavoritenomore]

[Enjoy that drink :|b]

There's a certain - appeal, if you will - about a beautiful woman's neck. All those delicate veins, singing with warm blood. Biting into them is like sampling a particularly juicy apple.

[Karl. No one needs to hear this. Okay?]

Private

[prosopopoeia]

Men bleed just as well, you delusional twit.

Private

[unfavoritenomore]

But they don't scream in quite the same pretty way.

Private

[prosopopoeia]

[Hhh.]

Screams are screams, you will not 'ave me convinced of anything different.

Private

[unfavoritenomore]

Honestly, mademoiselle.

It's almost like you're asking for a repeat performance, so I can observe the differences.

Private

[prosopopoeia]

No.

[Also? No.]

I am telling you zhat zhis ridiculous facade as a connoissuer ees nothing but.