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Aug 22, 2005 2:47:56 GMT -5
Post by kiridashi on Aug 22, 2005 2:47:56 GMT -5
"Well we could always order, there are people that make those sorts of things, you know," she said, fighting the smile and staying mock-serious but unable to keep the glint out of her eyes.
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Aug 22, 2005 2:49:39 GMT -5
Post by Deathdealer on Aug 22, 2005 2:49:39 GMT -5
"not in hell, for hell is a world without bakeries" he shot back
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Aug 22, 2005 2:53:54 GMT -5
Post by kiridashi on Aug 22, 2005 2:53:54 GMT -5
"And how would you know that?... nevermind... well we'd just have to learn to cook, because there certainly would be enough fire for us. Or we could just eat the bread dough, that's always fun..." she mused, getting off subject as usual.
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Aug 22, 2005 2:54:44 GMT -5
Post by Deathdealer on Aug 22, 2005 2:54:44 GMT -5
"well, baking over an open fire doesn't work well" he countered
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Aug 22, 2005 2:55:42 GMT -5
Post by kiridashi on Aug 22, 2005 2:55:42 GMT -5
"Then we'd just eat the bread dough and get over it, you big stubborn buffoon," she growled as she pulled up grass and threw it on his head.
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Aug 22, 2005 2:57:40 GMT -5
Post by Deathdealer on Aug 22, 2005 2:57:40 GMT -5
He stopped the grass in mid-air "but you could get...... that disease from the raw eggs..... you prolly would in hell"
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Aug 22, 2005 2:59:44 GMT -5
Post by kiridashi on Aug 22, 2005 2:59:44 GMT -5
"Of course, that's what hell is all about. But we're humans, hell we're better than humans, and my bags would be there of course. They're fireproof, at least so far, and I'm sure there's probably a stove or an electric skillet somewhere in there. You buffoon." She took more grass and put it on his head, making up for the grass that she had to reach around to accomplish this. She glared at the grass, annoyed his reflexes were so good.
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Aug 22, 2005 3:01:52 GMT -5
Post by Deathdealer on Aug 22, 2005 3:01:52 GMT -5
He tossed the grass back at her with his mind. "but I'm sure that there are no electrical outlets in hell"
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Aug 22, 2005 3:05:19 GMT -5
Post by kiridashi on Aug 22, 2005 3:05:19 GMT -5
"You know I wouldn't be surprised if there were some in one of my bags, I've never really been sure about what was there when I got them..." she mused again, flipping in random circles about him to get the grass off.
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Aug 22, 2005 3:07:16 GMT -5
Post by Deathdealer on Aug 22, 2005 3:07:16 GMT -5
"perhaps they're good enough to get into heaven...." he mused, tickling her with his mind
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Aug 22, 2005 3:09:16 GMT -5
Post by kiridashi on Aug 22, 2005 3:09:16 GMT -5
she fought it and lost, falling on him and grunting as she landed on a particularly bony knee. Cursing like a sailor, she whacked him on the side of the head with her hand. "You dork, you terd, you... you..." she stared at him, trying to think of a better insult; failing that, she burst out laughing and rolled off him into a ball, where she laughed more.
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Aug 22, 2005 3:10:47 GMT -5
Post by Deathdealer on Aug 22, 2005 3:10:47 GMT -5
"Goof" he muttered and relented his assualt
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Aug 22, 2005 3:12:03 GMT -5
Post by kiridashi on Aug 22, 2005 3:12:03 GMT -5
She immediately turned invisible and floated to a different position, hoping he couldn't tickle her if he didn't know exactly where she was.
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Aug 22, 2005 3:13:18 GMT -5
Post by Deathdealer on Aug 22, 2005 3:13:18 GMT -5
" wouldn't suggest that...." he said with a slight warning in his tone
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Aug 22, 2005 3:14:32 GMT -5
Post by kiridashi on Aug 22, 2005 3:14:32 GMT -5
She promptly returned, landing on him again and luckily missing his knee but staying invisible in the hopes of making him feel odd or slightly annoyed, maybe.
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