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either leave a message (or set of muses) for one of my assholes, or request a message from one of them. choose messages from the classic source, from your own skull, or whatever you may please.

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[sweatycoward]

[ This is a good... Hey, she's good! That was a nice turn, and she's smiling and he's smiling and he's gonna sit up just enough to give her a kiss, maybe a little hasty maybe just a little rough, but kissing is hard when you're a monster on the floor. That's just a fact. He thinks she'll understand, because she seems to understand an awful lot. ]

Are you a secret monster expert?

You can tell me if you are. Since I'm a monster, mmhm. Not a real monster but a monster-monster.

[ Wait, but. Something she's said? About finding the monster a—?

And yes, he's pushing himself up onto an elbow now, yes he's suddenly more alert, searching her eyes for an answer. ]

Oh, shit. Shit, kid. Are you a secret monster??

[thatminx]

[ His intense excitement about not only the game rolling on, but her possible monster-ness, draws a peal of half-wild laughter from her. It's infectious. Stupid, ridiculous game that it is, it's so much more preferable to anything she could be doing with - well.

The real monsters.

Bubbling over with mirth, she clamps her hand over his mouth and shushes him gently, as though he's being too loud with her secret. The ones she decides to reveal anyway, in a stage whisper: ]

Maybe I am. Maybe I'm a man-eater. You know: really pretty, like a Venus flytrap, and when men get too close, I devour them.

[ Her hand slips to his cheek, a loving brush of her fingertips. ]

That's why only a monster-monster can be my boyfriend. No humans.