A nod. Agreement met.
"It isn't always about the size of the accessory, right?"
A smirk across those moonlit features? Perhaps.
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A nod. Agreement met.
"It isn't always about the size of the accessory, right?"
A smirk across those moonlit features? Perhaps.
"Certainly, certainly. However, when boys say that it usually is a bad thing," eyebrow waggle as she laughs, "Or very very rarely they studied the ways of Casanova. Or the uh," she gets a confused look on her face as Circe searches for the right word. "Kameha Satrap? No, ah! Kama Sutra!"
And wasn't that a odd word to hear shouted into the moonlit world? Circe was sure Simone was smirking, so she couldn't object to going with the theme right? "That's the phrase. And there are tons of accessories more then that. Stability, illumination. Or the little glowy bits ta help yer precision while keepin' things dark," she meant fiber optic sights though she was keeping up with the naughty trend.
"That's the thing with boys, need blood to keep things going." Pulling out her pack of cigarettes from her bag, Simone took one out and lit it before offering the pack to Circe. "Girls, on the other hand, just wanna have fun."
Musical quote from the early 80s? Damn fucking straight.
Another thing she missed.
"Although, spare batteries are a must."
Circe laughed at Simone's joke, "Indeed we do when the working day is duh hun," continuing the quote though she shook her head at the offer of a cigarette. That was a fun decade, "Fun decade."
"True. Extension cords aren't really an option," blue lips smile again as her red and purple eyes seem to twinkle, "Unless yer inta bondage. Then it helps! Oh ho ho ho ho ho! Ya sure ya don't wanna try the toys I already got?"
"Taking them for a test drive'll be a good idea, if it isn't too much to ask?" Taking a drag on her cigarette, Simone made sure to blow the smoke away from where they were sitting. She was considerate like that. "Where's best?"
"Ooooh I could come up with plenty of innuendo fer that," Circe giggles in amusement. "Get yer motor runnin' by tryin' out some toys eh? Well if ya don't mind a little exposure I can think of a few park spots that are private enough ta work," she frowns. "No guarantee of big game ta show up but there is always a chance ya know? But the mangy mutts were easy ta scare off with the toys."
Circe freezes as her eyes squint and her ears go flat to her skull. "Okay, with the innuendo earlier that came out really wrong."
"Don't worry about it," Simone replies with a shrug. The innuendo had been fun. Reminded her of her.
"You know this city better than me, I'm guessing? Give me a couple of days, or whenever you're free, and we'll meet up again." Taking out her phone, Simone had her thumbs poised, ready to take Circe's details, numbers. Whatever.
"Sure, I'll be yer huckleberry. Tour guide. Myrmidon or something," she shrugs and shares her contact information with Simone.
The actual contact information not any of her work numbers. "Oh!" Her ears bounce as Circe sends Simone a questioning look, "One more thing. Do ya prefer bottles or cans fer the noise makers?" To the Elfin Fairest this meant do you want to shoot a glass bottle or a tin can. Ii might not have come out that way in the words.
As the Darkling quickly tapped Circe’s contact details into her phone under the name ‘Smurfette’, Simone paused as she considered the Fairest’s query.
“Cans, I’d say. Less mess, better sound.”
"Oh ho ho ho ho!" Circe laughed at the reasoning. It was amusing and give the elfin Larcenist some other ideas, "I like that! Maybe if we get the chance we can try ta jungle 'em. We'll try a variety fer differences. In sound, riiiiiight?"