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[synanthrope]

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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[blonderazorshiv]

[ The cold doesn't bother him. It's not a bullet, it's not sharp nails or a needle -- it's a necklace, and he's got a beautiful woman on his lap. At least she moves a little more easily like this, or so it seems. ]

Well, you could leave it on, but it'd be a shame to ruin it.

[ It looks expensive, after all. Besides, he'd like to touch some skin. ]

[synanthrope]

[She does move more easily; it's not as strange, her motions when she does this, maybe because it's tapping more into her human half, or maybe because there is no spider equivalent to this kind of behavior.

She tugs her shirt over her head. Her bra is black against her very pale skin, and her necklaces fall between her breasts]

Better?