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PETRE DODRESCU,
somewhere in his thirties

MESSAGES | BOOTY CALLS
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[hislittleflower]

No?

[ She lies. Lyingly. ]

cw: more of the same also petre why

[cacotopia]

Okay.

[ He does not believe her, not-believingly. ]

So how do you intend to look at my tadpole parasites when I shoot them in your mouth, exactly?

[hislittleflower]

[ Sometimes you make an ass of yourself in public by not knowing things. And sometimes you gotta roll with the punches and make the scientific discovery of cum tadpoles.]

I guess spitting?

Or maybe you could cum on my tits instead?

[cacotopia]

[ He can't really hide amusement, but he's playing ball — and who is he to turn down an opportunity to come, in or on Peony? ]

Yeah, you could bring a spoon for that. And the cup.

[ Best conversation of his life. ]

You're not gonna hand it over to Ianthe, are you? She does weird shit for science. She'll use it to like — turn me into a tadpole-shaped skeleton, I don't fucking know.

[hislittleflower]

A cup might not be a bad idea actually.

[ Sometimes Peony skips playing dumb and goes to actually being dumb. ]

Not unless you wanted me to. This is more a personal curiosity thing. It'd be kind of rude to give your cum away, you know?

[cacotopia]

Yes it would. [ People have to work for that! Not that it's difficult. ] By the way, you can't use mine to make babies. Just letting you know.

cw; farcical reference to discriminiation

[hislittleflower]

Why does everyone think I want a baby!?

This is fairy discrimination! We don't all want babies!

Some of us just want to get fucked!

[cacotopia]

I didn't say it'd be your baby. There are other woman tubes in the world, Peony, it's not all about you!

[ The drama (is fake)! ]

[hislittleflower]

Hey. How dare you. It is all about me.

[cacotopia]

[ In a crescendo, ] Nooo, it's all about me.

[hislittleflower]

Nope. Nu-uh. No, it isn't.

[cacotopia]

Prove it.

[hislittleflower]

Prove it isn't.

[cacotopia]

I said it first. Poser.

[hislittleflower]

Conjecture, your honour. The honourable gentleman is muddying the issue at hand - which is, he can't disprove it.

[cacotopia]

Wow, she called me honorable just now. That's how you know she isn't fit for the job.

[hislittleflower]

Lock me away and throw away the key. I'm clearly mad as a box of frogs.

[cacotopia]

Will do! You should suck my dick first, though.

[hislittleflower]

[ It's on the tip of her tongue to tell him that, no, locking her up would actually send her into a meltdown. But self-preservation tells her not to highlight her weaknesses and trauma. Wow! She's fianally learning common sense! ]

I guess so. Where are you?

[cacotopia]

Library. [ Immediately — ] You're not sucking my dick here. Where are you?

[hislittleflower]

What do you have against people fucking in the library? It's weird.

Yen's cottage. We're not doing it here either. I won't fuck people in her bed.

[cacotopia]

People with a hard-on for books are weird.

Sooo where are we fucking, exactly?

[hislittleflower]

Some people get turned on by fucking in places they shouldn't. You do realise you make it more fun by telling people not to, right?

I thought I was blowing you?

Boarding House?

[cacotopia]

It's not fun for them when I catch them. [ Mr. Yeet right here. ]

Boarding house's fine. Just a blow-and-run then?

[hislittleflower]

Fine. Don't tell me why then. I'll find out eventually. I always do.

I mean...can you fuck after you cum? I thought men were good for one only?