[ well she wouldn't complain at all if she might try to bully texas in public or in front of resort employees or just about in front of anyone, if it really came down to it. whether she's an exhibitionist or simply doesn't give a fuck... maybe a little bit of both. maybe it depends on the scenario. maybe she wouldn't even mind putting on a strap and just about railing texas on top of some betting table in the middle of the casino if she were able. actually, what a tasty idea that could be--
she could read texas' intent, from a lifetime of play-fighting and fight-fighting and dueling and clashing with her. she allows for texas to grab her and even pin her to the wall; her laugh is high and pleased and interrupted only briefly by the slam of her there, even as she rounds into the motion to control her own impact-- ] Ah--rough play from a little runaway. Must be that I struck a nerve! I've called you that before, you know!
[ to the doctor, and maybe not quite to texas' face. but honestly she wouldn't particularly have a reason not to tell it straight to her anyway. ] How puppies bark and growl when they're offended, like you're doing. Whereas adults in more confidence know if falsehoods are worth getting so riled up over...
Perhaps there's a part of you that wants to be tamed or trained if you want to roughhouse like an unruly pet. Or, [ leaning in closer, the sharp of her teeth towards texas' mouth, the hiss of her breath. her smile unflinching, almost casual in contrast to that growl, ]
You want to be punished into it.
[ how things might be different if she at least had a weapon, but whenever she points one at texas for anything beyond a spar, how funny, it always tends to happen for a duel to the death. ]
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she could read texas' intent, from a lifetime of play-fighting and fight-fighting and dueling and clashing with her. she allows for texas to grab her and even pin her to the wall; her laugh is high and pleased and interrupted only briefly by the slam of her there, even as she rounds into the motion to control her own impact-- ] Ah--rough play from a little runaway. Must be that I struck a nerve! I've called you that before, you know!
[ to the doctor, and maybe not quite to texas' face. but honestly she wouldn't particularly have a reason not to tell it straight to her anyway. ] How puppies bark and growl when they're offended, like you're doing. Whereas adults in more confidence know if falsehoods are worth getting so riled up over...
Perhaps there's a part of you that wants to be tamed or trained if you want to roughhouse like an unruly pet. Or, [ leaning in closer, the sharp of her teeth towards texas' mouth, the hiss of her breath. her smile unflinching, almost casual in contrast to that growl, ]
You want to be punished into it.
[ how things might be different if she at least had a weapon, but whenever she points one at texas for anything beyond a spar, how funny, it always tends to happen for a duel to the death. ]