shitposting rave 5: discount rejects from every genre

Dunno. Think 'sa pocket dimension. I found it in an alley.
-he looks a little shifty-

 

... What don't you find in alleys?

 

Didn't find you inna alley?

 

... Okay but only barely.

 

Yeah, y'd've been inna alley with an asshole thirty seconds later. -griiiins-

 

"That's what I used to think," Lissa says, "but you're wrong."

 

Instead I was in an alley with you. And in a public bathroom. And a taxi. And then your flat.
I'm still not over the shoes by the way. You're gonna have to kiss my mourning over those louboutins better.

 

I told y'I'd steal y'some new ones if you jus' point out which'uns y'want already. -pout-

 

I want all. You know my shoe size.
-kissy lips-

 

"Louboutins hurt my feet. You're lucky to be able to wear them."

 

Geeez. Smash an' grab so ain't my area of exppuuurrrtise.
-blows Teggy a rather sarcastic kiss-
Happy t'get 'em in a trickle, y'needy bastard?

I seen this bastard walk in eight-inch fuckin' spikes it's sick

 

The little bit of pain's well worth it in my opinion. [He shrugs and flicks his hair over his shoulder.] The name's Integritas, professional muse of the local art sce-... Well local might be hard to discribe right now. Pff.

Ooo, yes, please draw it out. [He bats his lashes]

You've seen me run in stilettos too, babe. It's not that hard once you've gotten it figured out.

 

I'll have a chat with Santa then I guess. -smirks-
In return though I gots a favour to ask.

Looks dumb, though. -toothy grin-

 

A favor? I'm all ears.

... Not as dumb as running without them. [he pouts]

 

-he holds up one of those bulky spiked collars people with no taste put on large dogs-

An' who gotta rub your feets after y'run in 'em?

 

:c Seriously?

You and Paul of course. That's the price to pay for gettign to look at my ass.

 

-toothy, gleeful grin- I picked it out special so it goes with nuthin' you own.

...'Tis a good ass. Prob'ly worth it.

 

Lissa smiles wryly at Integritas, then slips her foot out of her own pump, which has a moderately high heel. She's wearing stockings but you can still tell that you aren't looking at a human foot, what with the carefully capped claws (without the caps, you can't wear stockings) and the slightly longer foot. "Can't wear heels that are too high, can't wear flats at all cause I walk right out of them," she says with amusement, "and I'm sure your heels would hurt me worse than you."

She shrugs. "Lissa Beijada-Pines, and this is Ford, and holy crap it got quiet in here."

 

[Drapes himself over Polly's lap, still pouting playfully] You're cruel.

 

[He looks up at her, nodding] Yeah I bet that's gotta be uncomfortable.
I can at least choose. [he slips one of his feet out of the heels he is wearing, and suddenly holds up a bird foot, grasping and ungrasping at the air]