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Where...?
[Julie tucks her hair behind her ear, her long, manicured fingernails lightly brushing against her scalp as she does so. She starts to walk down the unfamiliar hallway in search of Hal, her light haired boy who was moaning her name just a moment ago, or so she thought.]
[Julie tucks her hair behind her ear, her long, manicured fingernails lightly brushing against her scalp as she does so. She starts to walk down the unfamiliar hallway in search of Hal, her light haired boy who was moaning her name just a moment ago, or so she thought.]
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You're in an interdimensional nexus where time and space are played with like bloody pieces on a chessboard. My name is Liquid Snake, and I'm hardly in the mood to deal with this.
[Best to get things out of the way.]
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[Wait, what.]
I do know someone named Hal, though somehow I doubt it's the version you're looking for. ...also, I note you have my name and yet I've not been informed of yours.
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You lost, lady?
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WHY DO I LIKE TORTURING HIM SO.
Hehehe
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D-do you know where we are?
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even typing this creeps me out XDD
[If they weren't too old for each other, they could have petty hot creepylady sex.]
Well well well... [Lips curling into a grin]
It was only a matter of time, I suppose.
[Of course.]
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Give Hal my regards. [Turning, Julie goes to leave]
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Mom.
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