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Post by trap on Jul 30, 2010 14:09:37 GMT -5
That can be arranged, kufufu~. [/color] /each impart a little peck to Fakhir's cheeks. Priss-nii better get Aoi's cookie. Where's my ice-cream?[/color] Five...Four...Three... /brandish the usual paintball guns, waving them in warning.[/blockquote][/size] |
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Post by nat on Jul 30, 2010 14:33:45 GMT -5
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Post by trap on Jul 30, 2010 14:36:54 GMT -5
Yahouuu~ [tackles from behind, latching on into a piggy back]
Ne!Ne!Ne!Ne! NEEEEEE!~~ Naka see's a cutie! HEY, lesh get married kay?~ Kay! Kay! KAY! Fu! Fu! Fu! MARRIAGEEENYAN!
You can be Naka's wifey-wifey! Yee! [sparkles] SUGOIIIIIII-NESSS~~
(I wanted to see what it'd be like LOL)
(stumbles before jutting a foot out to catch himself, twitching in irritation) ......................
(reaches back to detach her and throw her to the ground) If one more person calls me their wife I'm going to burn this school to the ground! D<
And I don't even know who you are, why would I marry you?
[/size] *squirms like mad* Stop it! Stop kissing me! Ugh!
You can't tell me what to do! This is two against one and that's not a legal marriage at all! Where's my lawyer?!
I... *eyes paintball guns warily*
What flavor ice-cream do you want? B| It's not legal to shoot someone in the face, either. |: [/color] /poke Fakhir in the temple with the barrel of their guns. Aoi wants a cookie! B| Strawberry with rainbow sprinkles, da~. 8)[/color] We love you~ /fire pink paintballs at various parts of Fakhir's body.[/blockquote][/size] |
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Post by AROS on Jul 30, 2010 14:54:47 GMT -5
[sparkles, poking victor in the forehead] Hee! Hee! Hee! See? LaLa's a geeeenius!
We can totally be the most awesome duo to ever have formed. ♥ And I definitely don't mind sharing my toy's with Victory.
After all we're a loving hubby and waifu, hnn? [grabs the phone and smirks at vic] If you say it LaLa'll totally call up Army now!~ Hennn?~
OUCHIE! [rubs her head after being thrown] Houu?! Shokku! YOU DON'T KNOW WHO THE GREAT NAKA FUYUMINE IS?!
BLASPHEMOUS! Baw, BAW! Horrible, it's horrible! NeNeNe! [stands up suddenly and grabs onto armands shoulders]
I'm your darling hubby! RABU! RABU! Right? Right?~ Nyan! Correcto-mundo! Naka's aallllways right! [gives a kiss and pulls away sparkling] Ah! You totally taste like fried chicken! SUGOI! Ne! We can do awesomesaucely! Romance! Romance! NAKA DEMANDS ROMANCE! Love from her wifey!
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Post by trap on Jul 30, 2010 15:04:50 GMT -5
OUCHIE! [rubs her head after being thrown] Houu?! Shokku! YOU DON'T KNOW WHO THE GREAT NAKA FUYUMINE IS?!
BLASPHEMOUS! Baw, BAW! Horrible, it's horrible! NeNeNe! [stands up suddenly and grabs onto armands shoulders]
I'm your darling hubby! RABU! RABU! Right? Right?~ Nyan! Correcto-mundo! Naka's aallllways right! [gives a kiss and pulls away sparkling] Ah! You totally taste like fried chicken! SUGOI! Ne! We can do awesomesaucely! Romance! Romance! NAKA DEMANDS ROMANCE! Love from her wifey!
(balks at the kiss, clearly feeling rather violated) Don't do things like that. Ever. Again. (rubs his sleeve over his mouth) You taste like sugar and what I'm sure is some kind of psychoactive drug. You psycho. B|
We aren't married, you aren't my husband, I refuse to be anyone's wife, and I'm going to smack you if you invade my personal space again.
And for the record, you probably know nothing of romance, you island-dwelling otaku. B( (puffs up)
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Post by nat on Jul 30, 2010 15:16:15 GMT -5
It's not legal to shoot someone in the face, either. |: [/color] /poke Fakhir in the temple with the barrel of their guns. Aoi wants a cookie! B| Strawberry with rainbow sprinkles, da~. 8)[/color] We love you~ /fire pink paintballs at various parts of Fakhir's body.[/blockquote][/size][/quote] 
This isn't right, in so many ways. B|
Fine, fine, I'm getting you your damn cookie and your fucking ice-cream. I-- Gah! *pelted with paintballs*
...I hate you both.
*begrudgingly fetches their treats*
[sparkles, poking victor in the forehead] Hee! Hee! Hee! See? LaLa's a geeeenius!
We can totally be the most awesome duo to ever have formed. ♥ And I definitely don't mind sharing my toy's with Victory.
After all we're a loving hubby and waifu, hnn? [grabs the phone and smirks at vic] If you say it LaLa'll totally call up Army now!~ Hennn?~ 
*scowls, teeth snapping at said finger irritably* Tch. Hardly.
Your toys? He's mine. B|
But, since you've been a tolerable wife for the moment, I may consider letting you have your way with him for seven minutes.
Wait, what? I'm not saying anything. Get to it already. *taps foot impatiently*
Armand Pontellier - student teacher of who-knows-what; probably one of Vic's creeper classes because God hates him. 
*appears from behind, making to scoop him up roughly in his arms, bridal-style of course*
I've come to claim what's mine.
My pretty little housewife, we're going somewhere very special for our honeymoon.
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Post by trap on Jul 30, 2010 15:24:52 GMT -5
*appears from behind, making to scoop him up roughly in his arms, bridal-style of course*
I've come to claim what's mine.
My pretty little housewife, we're going somewhere very special for our honeymoon.
Hey! Put me down dammit, and get the fuck ou--. (balks in confusion for a moment before falling still, cringing on reflex)
H-Hnnn...Why God, why?
[/size] This isn't right, in so many ways. B|
Fine, fine, I'm getting you your damn cookie and your fucking ice-cream. I-- Gah! *pelted with paintballs*
...I hate you both.
*begrudgingly fetches their treats*
Boo-hoo, cry us a river.
[/color] /tap their guns on their shoulder girdles expectantly, feet tapping Cookie~. Ice-cream~.[/color] YATTA~! /wiggle happily.[/blockquote][/size] |
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Post by pan on Jul 30, 2010 16:06:46 GMT -5
[rubs his neck] FFFFT. YOU ALMOST KILLED ME! YOU'RE A HORRI.. A HORRIBLE FREAKING PSYCHO WI-- HUSBAND. GAH! I MARRIED A GUY.. [corners]
I freaking married a... a fucking guy! What the fuuuuck [holds his head and buries face into knees]
[kind of goes pale] I- I didn't do anything bad! No way! Tch! Except marry you...[mutters]
Can you... like, I dunno... [blinks awkwardly] bring me something? For headaches...? Since you are my.... my...
[gags] UGH I CAN'T SAY IT! [rolls around on the floor] 
Awww, don't be silly, dearest. ♥
I'm the perfect housewife, after all.
I can't get pregnant, so you can do whatever you want with me~
;3
Oh, does your head hurt? I'll..um..just a second! ♥
- skips away only to return minutes later with a bottle of aspirin, wearing a flouncy dress and white apron -
Here, here, here. c:
Or I could always just kiss it better~? * u * ♥
Maybe. But making you say instead of show... I don't mind that idea, either.
Because giving you what you want too quickly isn't in a good housewife's tactics.
Squirm a little, kitten.
Lots more, lots more~? Sounds like fun. Unless it's not. Bor~ing.
Why don't you come here and doll me up, dear?
Inside and out. 
Not a kitten, silly roach,
and you know I don't do boring.
So,
nah, nah, nah,
you should do what I tell you to, right?
Obedience is key to any good housewife.
If I say bake, you should bake,
if I say kneel, you do that too.
If I say scream, well,
I guess you don't get a choice, hn?
kyeheh. ♥
- twirling, twirling, twirling that shiny little knife~ -
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Post by nat on Jul 30, 2010 16:08:23 GMT -5
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Post by trap on Jul 30, 2010 16:22:59 GMT -5
Glad to see you've finally decided to call me by a more fitting title. God indeed.
It's because I adore out time together, princess. So much, in fact, that I like the idea of spending the rest of our lives like this. Don't you, dear?
Now come along. There's this lovely dark alleyway where I've left a trail of rose petals just for you and a bottle of champagne.
Our honeymoon awaits. *leans in to lick his cheek* Mm.
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D-Divorce! I want a divorce! I didn't even know we were marr-- Did you drug me?! What did you do?!
And what? No. Never again! >8( You are not cornering me in some alleyway twice.(wriggles out of Victor's arms with a hiss.) Or anywhere for that matter, in fact, get the hell away from me.
(twitches at the lick.) N-Nn...So disgusting...
[/size] *returns with a tray and slams it down on the floor for them*
There. Cookie. Ice-cream. Enjoy. B|
*turns to flee*
Your service sucks. B|
[/color] /stare blankly at the tray on the floor But Aoi will give Priss-nii a tip~. I will too~![/color] YOU BETTER RUN, 'CAUSE IF WE CATCH YOU WE WILL CURBSTOMP YOU INTO THE DIRT. /charge after Fakhir.[/blockquote][/size] |
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Post by nat on Jul 30, 2010 16:41:25 GMT -5
Not a kitten, silly roach,
and you know I don't do boring.
So,
nah, nah, nah,
you should do what I tell you to, right?
Obedience is key to any good housewife.
If I say bake, you should bake,
if I say kneel, you do that too.
If I say scream, well,
I guess you don't get a choice, hn?
kyeheh. ♥
- twirling, twirling, twirling that shiny little knife~ - 
Yes. A kitten. I only call them the way I see them.
Mm. But why should I? I see no perks to being obedient. I think you mistake me for someone who actually cares what you want. (:
I do what I please, pretty bird.
I'll bake if I feel like sticking fingers in hot-as-hell cake mix.
I'll kneel if I feel like making you squirm like a whore.
I'll scream if I think the octave will flatter my voice.
I always have a choice. Methinks the kittenkitty has become a delusional little darling.
*licks lips, eying the knife lazily*
Itchy, itchy, itchy is my skin~
Must my husband disappoint me so soon?
D-Divorce! I want a divorce! I didn't even know we were marr-- Did you drug me?! What did you do?!
And what? No. Never again! >8( You are not cornering me in some alleyway twice.(wriggles out of Victor's arms with a hiss.) Or anywhere for that matter, in fact, get the hell away from me.
(twitches at the lick.) N-Nn...So disgusting... [/size][/quote]
No divorcing, I'm afraid. All the important documents are sealed away somewhere safe under my lock and key so you'll just have to hang in there, my delicious little wife.
Don't worry. The sex will be great.
*grins, ruffling his hair and dragging his nails along his scalp* You're always so cute when you're flustered. It's a good look for you.
Hush, now. I know you love it.
And if you try running away, you won't get very far. There's no way out.
Really, now, come along. I lit candles and they'll go out if he waste time here.
I want everything just right for when we make love... as husband and wife.
'Till death do us part. [/color] /stare blankly at the tray on the floor But Aoi will give Priss-nii a tip~. I will too~![/color] YOU BETTER RUN, 'CAUSE IF WE CATCH YOU WE WILL CURBSTOMP YOU INTO THE DIRT. /charge after Fakhir.[/blockquote][/size][/quote]
*running for his life, but ends up tripping on something and skids to the ground with a yelp, already trying to scramble desperately back to his feet*
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Post by pan on Jul 30, 2010 17:06:05 GMT -5
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Post by trap on Jul 30, 2010 17:59:29 GMT -5
No divorcing, I'm afraid. All the important documents are sealed away somewhere safe under my lock and key so you'll just have to hang in there, my delicious little wife.
Don't worry. The sex will be great.
*grins, ruffling his hair and dragging his nails along his scalp* You're always so cute when you're flustered. It's a good look for you.
Hush, now. I know you love it.
And if you try running away, you won't get very far. There's no way out.
Really, now, come along. I lit candles and they'll go out if he waste time here.
I want everything just right for when we make love... as husband and wife.
'Till death do us part.
Give them to me this instant! I want this annulled as soon as possible, you sociopathic, falstaffian prick. And hell will freeze over before I willingly, hell, even unwillingly, sleep with the likes of you.
(reaches up to arrest the hand in his hair, nails biting into the skin enough to draw blood) Je vous hais. Je vous hais tellement. Rester s'éloigner de moi, ne me touche pas, ou je vais vous supprimer vos doigts de un par un et les forcer a chacun dans orifices. Comprendre?
(whimpers dejectedly) Give me something to kill you with then, right now.
[/size] *running for his life, but ends up tripping on something and skids to the ground with a yelp, already trying to scramble desperately back to his feet*
S-Save me... Someone save me!
(descend upon Fakhir like ravenous dogs, their immediate vicinity filled with hellish cackles and juvenile squeaks and squeals)
Bad waifu-nii, skipping class, not serving your husbands their food properly. Does waifu-nii know what that gets?
[/color] ICHIMONJI DETENTION. /smack Fakhir's forehead with a large target-shaped rubber stamp, paintball guns aimed.[/blockquote][/size] |
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Post by nat on Jul 30, 2010 18:51:37 GMT -5
Tch.
Such an awful wifey. Try harder.
of course you have a choice,
if I decide to give you one. c:
- goes to drag him over -
If it's itchy,
let me open it up and make it feel all better.
Hnnn,
you like what I do, and you know it.
- sticks his tongue out between his teeth -
Try? I don't feel the need to try for anyone, let alone you.
I'll do what I want, when I want, how I want it. Silly kitten.
*sort of side-steps aside lazily, reaching out to brush a finger across the corner of his lips and the side of his cheek*
Oh, so now my husband cares~? Fickle beastie.
We need to have our honeymoon first. I won't let you open my virgin skin.
*giggles, leaning in to try and nip the tip of his tongue*
Maybe. Or I could be humoring you. Dunno. Give them to me this instant! I want this annulled as soon as possible, you sociopathic, falstaffian prick. And hell will freeze over before I willingly, hell, even unwillingly, sleep with the likes of you.
(reaches up to arrest the hand in his hair, nails biting into the skin enough to draw blood) Je vous hais. Je vous hais tellement. Rester s'éloigner de moi, ne me touche pas, ou je vais vous supprimer vos doigts de un par un et les forcer a chacun dans orifices. Comprendre?
(whimpers dejectedly) Give me something to kill you with then, right now. [/size][/quote]
You didn't even say please. I'm even more disinclined to hand them over now.
Hell must be quite the frozen tundra, then. And it'll only get colder, my dear. Oh, this marriage will be a lasting one. Whether you like it or not.
*grins, eyelids fluttering a little with the contact and a low purr forming in the back of his throat despite the slight inkling of pain that made his breath hitch lightly in his throat* Tsk, tsk. *wrenches his hand free and tries backhanding him with it* No. Enough French. I don't want my wife speaking in such ugly tongues. Though some of that sounds rather suggestive. You'll get me excited. *leans face close to his ear* Parler sale, vous méchant garçon.
Again, you didn't use the magic word. Really, Armand, it makes me begin to wonder if you're unhappy with our union.
Oh well. It's time to consummate the marriage. *quickly tries scooping him up again, this time to hoist him over his shoulder* (descend upon Fakhir like ravenous dogs, their immediate vicinity filled with hellish cackles and juvenile squeaks and squeals)
Bad waifu-nii, skipping class, not serving your husbands their food properly. Does waifu-nii know what that gets? [/color] ICHIMONJI DETENTION. /smack Fakhir's forehead with a large target-shaped rubber stamp, paintball guns aimed.[/blockquote][/size][/quote]
*blinks up, cross-eyed, at the stamp, then whimpers and tries scrambling away*
Why won't anyone h-help me?! I don't deserve this... No one deserves this! I'm not married to you! I'm not, I'm not! *flails* |
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