synanthrope | (no subject)

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Quiet week, isn't it?

[Saya will never be the first to say no curses but she's thinking it]

I remember something, from long ago. An invasion. Around this time of year. I remember locking the Warehouse.

It was a long time ago, but I was only twenty-six.

I'm sorry the warm weather didn't last longer.

[That's how one uses I'm sorry, right?]

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Works for me.

Good, because you don't have any choice.

You design the wardrobes for all your employees?

Only the ones I want to fuck. You'll notice I don't choose what Merry wears.

[ There's a chuckle. ] What happens if I get grease on it?

You'll have to be careful.

[Pause]

Although it's not exactly unattractive.

[Saya does do all her work dressed in designer, but then she never gets dirty, so.]

I'll see what I can do.

[ He prefers not to get too dirty, taking his coat off to keep it clean and wiping the blood off his hands onto the shoulder of the person it comes from. ]

And so considerate.

You sign my paychecks and you want to fuck me. I think there's a good cause for that.

Is that sexual harassment?

For you or me?

For you.

If it is, I don't mind.

Good.

So do I have to buy whatever you pick out myself?

You couldn't afford it.

No, I'll buy it.

You're spoiling me.

I'm told I do that.

Generous of you.

[She also buys women who date guys she wants to fuck expensive designer shoes. Go figure]

Not many people let me dress them up.

[ Strange woman. No wonder he likes her. ]

Just don't go too crazy. I'm not wearing a fucking dress for you.

I wouldn't make you wear a dress. You don't have the body to pull it off.

[She knows.]

Good to hear. [ Pause. ] And I'm keeping my boots.

I hope you don't want to keep that shirt, though.

[The bloody one]

No, that can go.