gotta stay thin for the ladies
*cracks up*
Thank the goddess I have plenty of other people to test them for me, hm? [Pokerface.]
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I’d say you caught me! I’m hopelessly addicted now. I don’t think I could ever stop eating your food! Not that I’d want to! /laughs, uncrossing her arms to hook her hands behind her back and rock back and forth on her heels/
Mmhm! Responsibility is strawberry! With little fruity bits! And whipped cream!
[Huffs some amusement before working his face back to a less amused expression.] Hmm… I do believe that particular flavor is what we in the business of creating and capturing curvy girls call a- [Quotes with his fingers.] “instant catch”. [Raises both eyebrows.] No one can escape that temptation. I’ll have to check if there’s any left over from the last trap, though. [Nonchalant shrug.] Otherwise I guess I don’t have to worry about my responsibilities.
straight-no-chaser said: [Stares, completely pokerfaced, but growing slightly red.] … [Looks casually away.] Yeah, it’s fine. You fill out your dresses nicely, I’ll give you that.
/giggles and looks back herself in the mirror, swishing her dress back and forth. She turns around and gives him a hug/ Thanks Chase!
Even though…now that I think about it…/she releases him, crossing her arms with an impish grin/ It’s probably your fault I’m like this anyways. You should take responsibility and make me some jello…Please!
[Accepts the hug with a low sigh, turning his eyes back to her with a hint of a smirk as she backs off and accuses him.] Ah, that’s right, you’ve caught me. I have been purposefully trying to build your figure. If only I didn’t just leave my dishes lying around to lure you in. [Crosses his own arms and raises one eyebrow sharply.] Would that be responsible of me? Does responsible have a specific flavor, then, or does my responsibility not extend to such specifics?
[Rubbing his temples, hands covering his eyes.] Nothing, why.
((ooc: oop did I miss this yesterday while I was working… lol probs not relevant any more woops.))
[Pokerface.] … you’re going to have to stuff your bra.
*grumbles* I know. SHE’S GOT HUGE BOOBS! *mimes them* I was either going to stuff or use one of those super pushup bra things. I’m not that much smaller…
only one size apparently.((according to headcannons/what she told kasey but idek))
Heh. Trust me, you’re still going to have to stuff. Try a couple of shirts, maybe they’ll be the right size then. Can’t over-exaggerate it. [Grins in amusement.]
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I don’t know, you’re the one that asked. I just said I could do it. … the dress looks good, anyways, leave it. [Huffs.] Now turn back around so I can keep working.
Right! *turns back around and continues flipping through magazine* I wanted to see if I could trick people into thinking I was Molly… We look similar enough, think it would work?
[Pokerface.] … you’re going to have to stuff your bra.
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… Angela, if you keep turning around like that I can’t get your hair to look like Molly’s. … [Heavy sigh.]
remind me why we’re doing this again? I haven’t worn this dress in forever!
I don’t know, you’re the one that asked. I just said I could do it. … the dress looks good, anyways, leave it. [Huffs.] Now turn back around so I can keep working.
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So do I, Father Perry… [Lowers his eyelids slightly and leans a little closer.] Really now, doesn’t that go against your vows…? [Draws in a breath and bites onto his lower lip again, looking over his face for every trace of anxiety he can notice and lowering his voice to a whisper.] Does touching my hair really bring this out of you, Per…?
/backs up a little to combat the advance/ N-not.. necessarily.. As long as no luh… /his flush deepens as Chase’s tone changes/ …l-lust… passes between us…
Hmm… [Lips curve up into a smile as he continues to lean closer, drawing his own hand up to brush at Perry’s hair, not taking his eyes from his face.] Mhm… no lust, I can try to promise you that… but I do wonder… if your hair color matches…? [Twitches his eyebrows upward flirtatiously.]
((this is angela apparently, good art :D *nods*))
Hi Chase! :D
((awks, it’s actually molly))
((oop let me fix that for you.))
… Angela, if you keep turning around like that I can’t get your hair to look like Molly’s. … [Heavy sigh.]
Well.. that’s a shame? It’s very.. n-nice. I know girls… who don’t have hair.. as nice as your’s?
/he freezes up, remembering that he can’t admit to the dare/
… Yeah? Th-that’s right, Chase.
So do I, Father Perry… [Lowers his eyelids slightly and leans a little closer.] Really now, doesn’t that go against your vows…? [Draws in a breath and bites onto his lower lip again, looking over his face for every trace of anxiety he can notice and lowering his voice to a whisper.] Does touching my hair really bring this out of you, Per…?
