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[teenyoda]

"Leave a message. I'm around. Or sleeping. Or... stuff."

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[truesight]

and I love you.

but i don't love the idea of your dick on fire or breathing fire or painted to look like anything at all just getting that out there right now okay bye

[teenyoda]

You might. >>

BYE

[truesight]

definitely not.

[teenyoda]

We'll see.

>>

[truesight]

Will we though? I might not even risk it.

[teenyoda]

Maybe you could paint it yourself.

[truesight]

I'll paint pretty much any other part of you but that.

It gives me the jeebies. Don't you remember? The only reason why it worked with the gold paint was cause I was high as a kite.

But anyway. I'm leaving now. Don't paint anything. No paint surprises for when I get home. None. Please.

[teenyoda]

Painting my dick gives you the jeebies? No, I don't remember you having the jeebies from painting my dick. I remember a lot of licking and sucking and sex. All good things.

[truesight]

Putting paint on our sexy bits gives me the jeebies! But it was different with that paint. Nevermind, it doesn't matter. No dragon dicks, please. That will pretty much cancel out any and all chances of me wanting to make nice with it. For at least a week!

Or a few days, maybe.

An extended period of time!

[teenyoda]

It shouldn't. I'd lick that paint off your sexy bits again. It tasted good.

[truesight]

Maybe it's an artist thing. A painter thing. Not supposed to eat paint! But the pineapple paint did taste good, you're right, especially licking it off of your- everything.

We should cut this conversation right here before it gets dirtier, probably. Definitely.

[teenyoda]

Or I could use this as material for things before I come meet you guys? >>

[truesight]

Just think about how much longer it would take me to write out a verse of Shakespeare on your stomach if it was in Greek instead of English, like last time. And how much longer it would take me to lick it all back up.

[teenyoda]

You realize you're weird, right?

[truesight]

What part of that was weird?

[teenyoda]

Pretty much all of that.

[truesight]

I could always write love sonnets in gold aphrodisiac paint on some OTHER cute boy, if you're not into it.

[teenyoda]

Not if you're tied down to the bed.

[truesight]

You can't call a girl weird for her idea of sexy times and then also tie her down to the bed, that doesn't work.

[teenyoda]

Sure I can. Tie you down to the bed and do dirty things to you.

[truesight]

Nope! You have to tell me how much you love my sonnets first. Especially in Greek.

[teenyoda]

I'll tell you that with my mouth busy doing something else.

[truesight]

Apology oral? Soooooo doesn't count.

[teenyoda]

Who said I'd be apologizing.

[truesight]

You should be! You called me weird for my dirty talk! That wounds a girl.

I'm so wounded, Stiles.