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You've dealt with him before.

Don't tell me—let me guess.

[ a pause a she taps a finger against his lip. ]

Hmm—Samhain.

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It was a brief conversation.

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You are a tasty snack. I'm impressed you can knock the level of yum down from folded potato chip to explosive bon-bon.

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Y'know what? I'll let you have that.

Whatever "that" is.

[selfimage]

I kind of like "explosive bon-bon."

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You didn't seem that into my explosive bon-bon the night of the orgy.

[selfimage]

An explosive bon-bon can't have an explosive bon-bon.

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And how are you such an expert in the matter? It's not as if you know me intimately.

[selfimage]

No, but I know other explosive bon-bons intimately.

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How many explosive bon-bons can become a folded potato chip? None, I'm betting. So I'm the only one that matters.

[selfimage]

Filed under: how not to get a blowjob, by Jason Todd.

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Good thing I wasn't actually angling for one. Just a statement of facts, that's all.

[selfimage]

Oh—the one special snowflake out of the bunch who isn't.

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Wow, I didn't realize you had herds of people chasing after your tongue, Loki.

That's news to me.

[selfimage]

Well herds is a bit of an overstatement—that's probably how the whole headline avoided the news.

Besides, I thought I was clear.

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Were you clear? I think you should give a more thorough description of what your mouth can do. Advertise a bit better. Don't let anything get lost to the imagination.

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You'd best work on challenging me than making it sound like you're propositioning me for locket sex.

Do you think the monarchs would hear? I would thin it better that way.

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I was just giving you the opening that you were desperately looking for.

As for mom and pop, I think they might've already heard enough from the orgy. I'm sure they're tuning out the rest at the moment.

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You're a terrible tease.

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One you're only interested in when I am doing nothing more than teasing. So, the fault lies squarely on you.

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Ah—yes, says your short term memory.

Your long term memory, alas! It could use a little work. As I remember it, I was quite willing to give you a demonstration.

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And you were interested in that because, despite my disinterest, you read my teasing as something else.

But something tells me that your interest is a lot less fleeting than I thought now.

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The god of chaos can't be momentary with all his whims. There needs to be some contrast or everything becomes expected.

Surprise!

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Like changing your mind in the middle of a conversation.

Nope, I'm not buying it. You want me.

[selfimage]

Of course, and what are you going to do about it?

I'd wager the same thing you did before.