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Why is friends in quotation marks?

Friends mean a lot of different things. Quotation marks are the tools I use to inspire such different meanings.

You are definitely wise, my new purple haired "friend". Look at how much you're already teaching this poor unfortunate soul.

Little Mermaid reference ftw.

Yes! I'm usualy the only one around these parts that can divy out any sort of wisdom. Except for maybe daddy.

What is your name, grasshopper?

Well bless my decaying brain! I'm ok with getting wisdom from The Violet Guru. (ps - you so need a name like that, it gives you mystic cred)

Carlez Mendyle of Zombieville, Land of the Undead. And you?

The Violet Guru. You sir are a creative mastermind!

Ooh. I've been there. Nice place. I'm Xaxayayana, but Xaxa for short. Or Bobbie. Or adorable.

I do what I can. My dad is/was an artist. He'd probably beat me with an easel if I liked math or something.

Most people don't like it much, the amateurs.

Nice to meet you, adorable. Pretend I'm internet winking here.

That's my little one-and-only mystical love child! Remember, the key to a solid base of minions is asserting yourself.

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Oh Other Daddy! My wisdom stems from you as well. :)

What a coincidence, so am I!

Pardon me, your username, it says potter_black. Er.. why?

Because of my dads last names, of course!

Well splendid! It makes my job much more simple. What's your name?

My name's Eris. What's yours?

My full name is Xaxayayana, but Xaxa is just fine. Or Bobbie.

I like yours, though! Eris is a very pretty name. Almost as pretty as I am.

Thanks, Bobbie.

I love your hair by the way. Wicked shade of purple.

It's natural, you know! I was born with hair like this.

Servo: What about us, quote-unquote "old" quote-unquote "friends"?
Crow: Yeah, what are we...how you say..."chopped liver"?

Oh bots! I still love you, too! I just need to expand my ~~empire~~ network of friends. You will always have a high priority, of course, say, in the form of a cushy high ranking social service job with a hefty pension?

I feel obligated to propose to you and beg you to be my wife.

Oh, another one of you again.

Well, you're cute enough. What's your name, trade, pleasure?

WOW! You're pretty!

Can I be your friend?

Of course! We're all friends here. What's your name, pretty lady?

YAY!

I'm Val! What's your name?

You can call me Xaxa! Nice to meet you, Miss Val!

Are you?

Oh indeed. You can never have too many ~~minions~~ friends.

One can never have too many friends. Or "friends" for that matter.

Hello, I'm Monty. And you are ... ravishing.

I'm also Xaxa, and I really like your hair! I like your style. What's your name, oh chic one?

I'm Detective Inspector Monty Pippin of Scotland Yard, but you, vision of loveliness, may call me whatever you like.

And thank you, pet. I do try. Hopefully my style and taste will at least allow me to play the stem to the glorious rose that is you.

Oh, I'm very sure you could play very well with I, Detective. *coy grin*

*easy, knowing smile* Oh, beautiful. Dare I even hope?

Hope is on the way. *hugs him tightly*

Mmmmm ... *slides his arms around her perfectly-proportioned figure, being careful of her gossamer wings*

Oh, Xaxa, it's so strange. *looks soulfully into her eyes* I've had so many lovers, and yet ... here and now, confronted with your jasmine-scented radiance, I can't bring a one of them to mind. It's as if they never existed.

*leans in very close* That's right, Detective. Keep thinking like that and wonderful things will happen.

Please, call me Monty. No wait, I did say you could call me whatever you like, didn't I? So hard to think with you in my arms ...

*slow, lingering kiss*

Dear God. With one caress of your lips, you've turned me monogamous.

No, no! Monty is fine. Love need not be too formal!

*grins and kisses back slowly and passionately, running her slender fingers through the mop of lovely blond hair*

*strokes her amethyst tresses* Love ... such a sweet word in such a melodious voice.

*kisses become increasingly ardent and heated, after which he sweeps her up to carry her in his arms ... mind the wings!*

That does it. I have to make you mine, for a day, a night, an hour, however long you choose to grace me with your presence, you intoxicating enchantress!