十五

[anatural]

[ voice / fail filter to Chekov ]

Hey Chekov. How do you know when your birthday is here?

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[worldofourown]

Hm~? Was my language not employed to the best of its ability? [ he speaks patronizingly slowly, ] A stra~nger appears at your do~or to administer sp~ankings.

Most people wouldn't complain.

[anatural]

Th-that's disgusting! What kind of place do you come from?!

[worldofourown]

[ Deliberately misconstruing, ]

The same place anyone comes from, silly girl. Assuming they didn't hatch from an egg or get unearthed from under a cabbage.

[anatural]

What?

[WHY ARE YOU CONFUSING?!]

[worldofourown]

Oh.

Oh, this is too mu~ch. Did no one explain the birds and bees to you? Or, orororor [ singysongy ] are you playing co~y?

[anatural]

[Her face starts to burn]

Who are you?!

[worldofourown]

[ His is twisted in as little smirk. ]

It's polite to introduce yourself first.

[anatural]

You're the one who broke into my private message talking about spanking!

[worldofourown]

It wasn't private. [ qurl pls ] And it's not my fault you're woefully prudish.

[anatural]

It was supposed to be. And I'm not prudish! You're just disgusting!

[worldofourown]

If it was supposed to be, then you failed. Utterly. Dreadfully. Spectacularly, even.

[ And he is disgusting. And proud of it. ]

Clearly you just don't know how to have fun.

[anatural]

[TWITCH. TWITCH. TWITCH.]

I have plenty of fun.

[worldofourown]

[ SMIRK. SMIRK. SMIRK. ]

I demand adequate proof.

Perhaps even a demonstration.

[anatural]

I don't have to prove myself to a pervert like you.

[worldofourown]

Of course not.

As I said, you're in the full, frightful blossom of prudishness.

[anatural]

Y-you're a creep!

[worldofourown]

Oh? You just now noticed~?

Never fear, sweet little Miss Priss. I'm told abstinence is most desirable. The Lord commands it. As do highschool sex-ed programs.

[anatural]

[Face still burning. Abstinence? Ahahaha...... She's both humiliated and confused.]

The Lord of what? High school?

[worldofourown]

Oh? What's th~is? [ He cups a hand to his ear, ] An abstinent atheist? I'm sure the Church would say that's a first -- but they're full of rot anyway.

[ More blushing? How cu~te. He smiles innocently, ] Don't you know about God or school? What rock have you been kept under? [ a thoughtful pause, ] Or perhaps I ought to praise those who deigned to do so? You're probably better off than most.

[anatural]

Yeeeeah. I guess maybe I am... [Atheist? God? Church? She can't even begin to imagine what those things are.]

[worldofourown]

Do you have a name, Miss Abstinently Aesthetic Atheist?

[anatural]

Not one that I'm gonna tell you.

[worldofourown]

Then I'll just have to make one up for you~ Jezebel you are not. Judith you haven't the face for.

Prissy though -- that suits you fi~ne.

[anatural]

I'm not prissy!

[worldofourown]

You are now. Freshly christened, with all the bells and whistles.

Unless you'd care to volunteer your other name. You know. The one your parents gave you.