blood and guts & boobs and butts

       “Well if you didn’t want me to eat it then maybe you shouldn't have hid it all the way in the back of the fridge with a note attached to it that said ‘Wanda, do not eat !!’ way to send mixed signals, dude.” Wanda shrugs. She’d chosen to dismiss the note entirely there were tons of other Wanda’s out there, it could have been about any one of them.

          “How ‘bout I stick my tongue in your asshole ??” What was more romantic then that? Nothing!! Not that actual romance was needed. All this squirrely fuck had to do was fake propose to her at a bunch of restaurants. The stupid schmucks would all clap and congratulate them and give them free food. What was better then free food??

     “----No. I said this way would be faster && it was.           I never said that it would be easy...or clean.”

       Danger, Will Robinson !! So maybe pissing this guy off          wasn’t the brightest idea, you live && you learn. “Has anyone          ever told you that you take things a little too seriously ??          Worrying causes wrinkles y’know.”

       “----I know how this looks but, they were totally      already dead when I got here. Scout’s honor !!”      As if anyone would actually let her be a Girl’s Scout.

       There's a long stretch of silence as several things occur to Wanda at once. A: this guy was probably nuts. B: she was also nuts. C: there was an I Love Lucy marathon on TVLand tonight && she had neither the time nor patience to waste on him. "Outta my way, ya weirdo! " Her words are rough and musical with a sly lilt to them. They taste equal parts threatening and joking sliding past her lips. "Don't make me get creative." A smirk dances across her mouth tongue flicking past her lips && sliding against her teeth. It's itching and squirming like the rest of her, ready for a tango (read: blood bath). Violence was so intimate.

       “----You didn’t see a damn thing !!      I was never hear. Understood ??”

     “Dude, prostitutes, man. You’d be surprised just how many       of life’s problems those gals can solve. I would know since       I used to be one. Or was I ?? I have no idea considering I       never actually got a freakin’ origin story !!”

     “What? You’ve never been blown up before? You should try it sometime, does wonders for your back !!” A vicious grin contorts her mouth like an ugly scar && Wanda grunts as she pulls a long shard of glass from her ear. It’s covered in sticky ( sweet ) blood, the sound of her brain healing is wiggly like a million worms stuffed behind her ears. “Well, that doesn’t make much sense, does it?” Her world view shifts suddenly && she’s staring into the sun whilst addressing Harley. “My brains prolly don’t have any kinda sound when they’re healing, but I imagine one anyway."

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