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[sharpest-venom.livejournal.com]

[Sunning herself somewhere inconvenient - for you.]

Comments

[thneed-need.livejournal.com]

Um...excuse me,...snake....could you move off of my guitar, please?

[sharpest-venom.livejournal.com]

[But it warms up so nicely. She's just going to peek at you carefully. Are you really going to bother her?]

[thneed-need.livejournal.com]

I'll give you a marshmallow!

*sing-song. And yes, Oncie is indeed offering a large squishy marshmallow to the reptile.*

I regret nothing

[trussstinme.livejournal.com]

Ssuch gloriousss weather for ssunning, don't you agree?

Oh hell yes!

[sharpest-venom.livejournal.com]

Isn't it jusst? [Sidelong look, and then she lifts her head because how in the world did you get so long?]

Well. Aren't you sssomething?

[jarvisconsole.livejournal.com]

[....how did a snake get in here exactly? The AI's console beeps a few times before Jarvis speaks, a clipped british voice from the computer.] I would rather you didn't sit so close to my keyboard.

[One of Stark's helper robots is slowly coming over, hand out to try and get a hold of the snake to remove it.]

[sharpest-venom.livejournal.com]

[Haven't you heard, Jarvis? Farthing Wood animals travel.]

What'sss all the squeaking?

[Lifts head, then spots the approaching machine and hisses. She'll be moving now. Over your precious keyboard.]

[that-kronk.livejournal.com]

[Oh no. Not on Yzma's salad!]

Uhhh.... little snake, do you mind getting out of Yzma's lettuce?

[sharpest-venom.livejournal.com]

[Of course she minds. It's sunny here and you're not even shouting at her. She stretches her coils happily. Sun, sun, sun!]

[andrewsmiller.livejournal.com]

My pool.

Mine.

Git.

And quit hissing.

[sharpest-venom.livejournal.com]

[Oh my.]

No need to be ssso rude, sstranger.

[She'll just be gathering up her coils. Your hugeness cannot - quite - break her hauteur!]

[wickedpuppeteer.livejournal.com]

...Move. Ssseriously.

[sharpest-venom.livejournal.com]

[She's seriously considering it? Because you're rather big even if she can't figure out what kind of snake you are.]

Oh, is thiss your spot?

[thneed-need.livejournal.com]

Um...excuse me,...snake....could you move off of my guitar, please?

[sharpest-venom.livejournal.com]

[But it warms up so nicely. She's just going to peek at you carefully. Are you really going to bother her?]

I regret nothing

[trussstinme.livejournal.com]

Ssuch gloriousss weather for ssunning, don't you agree?

Oh hell yes!

[sharpest-venom.livejournal.com]

Isn't it jusst? [Sidelong look, and then she lifts her head because how in the world did you get so long?]

Well. Aren't you sssomething?

[jarvisconsole.livejournal.com]

[....how did a snake get in here exactly? The AI's console beeps a few times before Jarvis speaks, a clipped british voice from the computer.] I would rather you didn't sit so close to my keyboard.

[One of Stark's helper robots is slowly coming over, hand out to try and get a hold of the snake to remove it.]

[sharpest-venom.livejournal.com]

[Haven't you heard, Jarvis? Farthing Wood animals travel.]

What'sss all the squeaking?

[Lifts head, then spots the approaching machine and hisses. She'll be moving now. Over your precious keyboard.]

[that-kronk.livejournal.com]

[Oh no. Not on Yzma's salad!]

Uhhh.... little snake, do you mind getting out of Yzma's lettuce?

[sharpest-venom.livejournal.com]

[Of course she minds. It's sunny here and you're not even shouting at her. She stretches her coils happily. Sun, sun, sun!]

[andrewsmiller.livejournal.com]

My pool.

Mine.

Git.

And quit hissing.

[sharpest-venom.livejournal.com]

[Oh my.]

No need to be ssso rude, sstranger.

[She'll just be gathering up her coils. Your hugeness cannot - quite - break her hauteur!]

[wickedpuppeteer.livejournal.com]

...Move. Ssseriously.

[sharpest-venom.livejournal.com]

[She's seriously considering it? Because you're rather big even if she can't figure out what kind of snake you are.]

Oh, is thiss your spot?