095. Diagnosis

[vicodincrutch]

I wouldn't be who I am without looking a gift horse in the mouth. Either someone has paid all women some amount of money to appear attracted or mildly interested or there is a curse going on. Or an out break.

In the event of the first, C-cups and up only.

[ooc; you know you want to.]

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[thenormalsquint]

For lunch.

[Not for following manly scents down the hall and onto a desk to be half naked, looking for condoms under Batman.

She isn't paying attention as she dresses herself quickly, except to remember to put her bra back on, but her hair and her skirt are still shifted into all sorts of directions. Her thong, though? That she leaves deliberately as a souvenir on the edge of his desk.]

I'll be back for those later.

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[vicodincrutch.livejournal.com]

Consider them stashed.