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Elizabeth (Betsy). Twenty-two, almost twenty-three, but perpetually seventeen. Whirls back & forth between vulgarity & delicacies like a dervish proper & has been known to disappear for months on end. Worshipper of Carroll, devotee of Lovecraft & BPAL hoarder absolute. Destined for the madhouse.
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Date: 2010-10-28 07:39 pm (UTC)THERE NEEDS TO BE A FISTFIGHT!::is making him dance on your face:: (Mmmm, 'cause I'm possessive & I like being spoilt with sexy blokes with accents?)
::CROSSES FINGERS THAT YOU'LL FIND IT::
NOM! I WANT A CHOCOLATE MILKSHAKE. (::MOAR CHOMPCHOMP::)
(::purrs and curls up on your feet::)
(ID I DID, WOULDN'T I BE BRAGGING ABOUT IT?
WHY WHAT?IS-IS-IS-IS! KEEP DOING IT! [DID!] ::GIGGLES AT YOUR BOBBLY HEAD::[Meow!]
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NOOOOOO, WHY DID YOU FORSAKE SMALLVILLE, DAMMIT?! ::CRIES FLOODS OF TEARS::]::licks your chin:: [. . . NO?]
::puts perfume on her::
::IZ A HAPPIER KITTY NOW::* ::DOESN'T UNDERSTAND YOUR CRYING::
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YOU & GOTH DOING SMUTTY THINGS IN HIS BED, OF COURSE!* ::IZ GLAD TO LICK YOU:: (::asks if she likes being a berry::)