J♀J♀'s Busty Adventure

"… It’s not connected with my hair if that is what’s going on in your head." At least she didn’t scream or yell at him like a crazy fangirl. That was good … for now.

"...If it's not, them lemme see it! I won't believe you unless I touch it myself!"

"Yes… "  she said with an enthusiastic nod.   "Red Wine is what I want…"

Josephine gave her a sort of half-hearted salute before beginning to back away.

She silently reached up, trying to grab for his hat. She was mystified with the idea that maybe his hat was connected to his hair. It certainly looked like it was part of it.

"First you’re scamming me, and then you’re accusing me of this… what’s next? You ought to be ashamed, madame!"

"Scamming? Oh. You cut me deep, lady. Fine, fine. Red wine is whatcha' want?"

This was seriously weird and he’d probably realize that if he spent more than thirty seconds thinking about the details.

"...You wear your pants too low, you know. One slip and it's a one way ticket to arse-town. How lewd. What would Granny say?"

Did it count when he was being rude to himself, though? …in a way, anyways.

"...But Granny isn't here! Be on your best behavior, Jojo. I aaaaam a lady, afterall! Ya' know! Gotta hold open doors for me and stuff!"

"Don’t ya fuckin’ call me that again. Just for that, yer not gettin’ my hat, ever."

"It's a pet name, man. A sweet name, understand? Okay, how about 'Dicky' then? That's a good nickname, right? Oh come oooon! I just want to see it for a second!"

"Don’t you get sassy with me, little missy!"  she growled, her face getting a little red with how irritated she was getting.   "I kept up my end of the bargain, and now you’re not going to keep up your’s? If you don’t give me what I want, I’ll… I’ll bite you, how about that?!"

"So the problem is I won't buy you a bottle of wine, right? ...So then your solution is to...give me a hickey? Lady, I like your method of problem solving. It's...cute. But I don't see how that'd fix anything. Plus I can't have my neck marked up by some lady!"

"She’d do the same to you for bein’ rude in the first place!"

...No she wouldn't.

"The hell’re you goin’ on about? I’d recognize anyone that pissed me off before. Ugh. It’s bad enough that it’s snowing like crazy, now you’re running around spouting all sorts of crazy stuff. Must not be my day…" 

"...Nope. Noooope. Pretty sure I-- ...Yeah. I met ya' I said the same thing to you and then...ya' threw me clear across a field. Like a pouty, temper tantrum throwing three year old. ...A big three year old. What's with that attitude, huuuuuh?"

"I could say the same thing, really."

"Where are your manners, huuuuh? I'm still a lady. I bet Granny would beat the snot out of you for that, punk."