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Cirice
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Good for Education, Bad for Health
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![]() ![]() She hadn't heard the approach of the other, far too busy still crying and yelling about her stung paw, but the moment the stranger had opened his mouth, Cirice cocked her head back to give him the dirtiest look. Dramatic? DRAMATIC? Her? Dramatic? No way, no fucking possible way. Hell no, her lips twitched in irritation, but she could easily brush off a small smug comment, but this guy had more to say. The laughter rang in her ears as white, hot embarrassment washed over her, ears drawing back against her head as she snorted at the male. "Hey... hey listen, I got stung." But still the laughter came even louder, and it only served to make Cirice angrier. "LISTEN LINDA, I GOT FUCKING STUNG BY A BEE. THESE FUCKING HAMS WILL STILL CLOBBER YOU THOUGH!" If he was thinking that she was in too much pain to wallop his ass, oh honey, you're mistaken. Rolling onto her side, the girl would glower back at him rolling her eyes at his words. What was he trying to be nice now? Well??? Fuck you, buddy! "Ya? Youre paws are pretty fucking big too, pal. Bigger than mine, I'd say. Fucking clown foot. Big dumb clown doofus." She stared at him for a solid minute of silence, her mouth hung open slightly and her eyes squinted, did he just give her a backhanded compliment? Cirice turned her head as if looking at another onlooker and blinked once, twice, three times at herself. "What the actual fuck?" It was said through laughter, and her bi-colored eyes were back on him once more and she shook her head and sighed. "That was the worst way to compliment someone ever, thanks you actual fuckass. Help me up if you're gonna be any sort of a gentleman." Not that she'd really wait for him to help her, the mud covered female was already attempting to stand with or without his help. If Travel indeed did help her, she'd lean against him for support and shake her muddy coat off on him, limping until she gained some semblance of balance. "I'm Cirice, these are my woods. Why the fuck are you here? Who are you?" They had started off on a very sour note, and it seemed both of them lacked basic social skills. Cirice, you can't just call people fuckasses. |
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