[Peering at her ass] I've been wondering that for over a decade. It defies aesthetic biological science. Do you remember when I bounced a quarter off it and it killed a man?
Eyes drifted over her body as tongue ran across his lips in thought. ❝ You know, I could always melt some ice cubes on your skin, if it'll make you feel better, beautiful? ❞
Just gonna casually throw age in there, huh? Did I say you were older than me? Non! I said you spent twenty-one hundred thousand years in Gaia’s sweaty armpit.
[ Her mouth falls open. ] Y— You wanna find a pool? … Alright. We’ll keep to th’shallow end. I’ll buy you some water wings. It’ll be fun.
[ It’s so hot that she’s tempted to choke him, just for that. ] NO, I don’t remember you killin’ a man with a quarter! And you know damn well that’s not what I’m talkin’ about…
I’m talking about th’WEATHER, Wilson! For chrissakes, how are you not dyin’ in those pajamas?!
For the record my time spent in the sweaty jungle armpit is classified. [Because he wasn't suppose to be there.] N' it was the rainy season, not summer.
You put water wings on me, darlin' and it's gonna get physical. [Said with a wink.] I kin sit in the shallow end n' not drown.
Brows raised as Blaine couldn't help giving an amused grin. ❝ I usually only put my enemies in the freezer, but for you, I'll make an exception... Seriously though, want to go to Lowes, scare the hell out of people when they open the freezers and find us in them? ❞ Because, why not?
Oh, well, it deserves a reminder then! [flicks a quarter off her ass, and somewhere somebody yelps and keels over, yelling "I JUST CAME OUT OF MY COMA FROM THE LAST TIME WHHYYY--[thump]"]
Oh, I guess he didn't die, just went into a coma. I wonder if he's dead this time...
You know, they whick sweat away surprisingly well...it's like wearing the best hiking gear, but as super hero spandex.
“I feel like that might be sarcasm, but, actually, that don’t sound half-bad.” Put the fear of god in people, and not for the usual reasons? With the added bonus of feeling like her clothes aren’t pasted to her skin? Sign her up.
Hey—!! [ She jumps as the quarter bounces off of her (always a near-threat, when someone had that many pockets) and again when someone falls over, potentially dead. ] WILSON!
Either way, we got t’get the fuck out of here!
Yes, yes, it’s a miracle of modern sewing— C’MON, let’s goooo. [ She’s half-pulling, half-shoving at this point. ]
… Shit, it might. [ She just had to open her big mouth, didn’t she? Commence the back-pedaling! ] Or, it might not! What’re his powers, exactly? I’d better consult with somethin’ before I… Y’know… Gag on an icicle just for it t’get two degrees colder in fuckin’ Wisconsin.
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