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[blastiafreak]

Let's get one thing straight: I'm forgetting these curses ever happened, got it? You all should do the same!

[What Rita has failed to notice--but what's pretty obvious to anyone who looks thanks to the green tank top she's wearing--are two or three small fading bruises on the sides of her neck. The genius mage still has some hickeys as a souvenir.]

Comments

asdmklaf DON'T BE

[blastiafreak]

Exhibitionism? Just what hell am I exhibitioning, exactly?

SOB SHE IS JUST. SUCH A TROLLING TARGET.

[renegare.livejournal.com]

The obvious.

AND HE TROLLS SO WELL.

[blastiafreak]

Obvious if you're having hallucinations, maybe.

HE DOESN'T EVEN TRY, IS THE TRAGEDY.

[renegare.livejournal.com]

Obvious for anyone whose eyes see.

NATURAL...TALENT...

[blastiafreak]

Says the idiot who can't even see what's right in front of him!

....it might just be Rita being a good target. Just saying.

[renegare.livejournal.com]

Take a mirror.

A natural talent she'd rather not have.

[blastiafreak]

Idiot. I don't need a mirror to know I'm dressed.

BUT THINK ABOUT IT, it always seems to work...

[renegare.livejournal.com]

Claimed territory.

S-sob, like a magnet.

[blastiafreak]

What territory? What the hell is that supposed to mean?

haha, I'm sorry, he's not nice enough to tell her straight out, sob.

[renegare.livejournal.com]

Maybe something marked you.

it's okay asmdklam that's obvious enough for her to get it anyway

[blastiafreak]

Me? Nobody--

[Not since she...Oh.

Oh.




OH NO.]

TH-THERE'S NOTHING TO SEE!

sooooooooob. BEST PERSON TO LET HER KNOW.

[renegare.livejournal.com]

A big mark from a careless predator.

s-sob...at least he won't ask questions...

[blastiafreak]

There was no--I mean-

Just shut up!

/THREADJACKS

[explains]

Ah... Rita...

[He wasn't going to comment but if Hibari's going to be an ass.]

OOH~

[blastiafreak]

[And Hibari being an ass has her in a foul mood.]

What? You got a problem, too?

/SOBS

[explains]

No. [SO AWKWARD.]

But you might want to cover your neck.

[He raises his hand to touch the spot on his own neck the mirrors where her hickeys are.]

/CLINGS

[blastiafreak]

[She almost glances down automatically, not that she can see anything. There's no mirror handy, so she just raises a skeptical eyebrow.]

And just what's wrong with my neck?

/OFF TO THE SUNSET

[explains]

[HOW DOES HE SAY THIS DELICATELY?]

Nothing's wrong with it. It's just... Um.

THE END ♥

[blastiafreak]

[Rita is very unimpressed by his tact!]

What? Just spit it out, would you?

Roll credits ♥

[explains]

[Right he'll just... Spit it out then.]

It looks like you have hickeys on your neck.

And heartwarming music! ♥

[blastiafreak]

[Hickeys? Hickeys?!]

...I have what?

[She's just looking blankly at him. Really, what is a hickey.]

[renegare.livejournal.com]

[ excuse you, he is just ensuring the City is kept PG, away from Rita's debaucherie. ]

[explains]

[You could be less of a douche about it, morality police.]

[renegare.livejournal.com]

[ But it is an invaluable part of the service of which Rita should not be deprived :( ]

[explains]

[Well if you like fireballs to the face just ask for them.]