Pot of Pokes

He should’ve stepped in sooner — hell, he knew Noa, he should’ve known words like that wouldn’t be taken lightly. He didn’t blame him, even Harley felt the sting and he wasn’t the one in pink. But Dmetri had her own issues that he knew were plaguing her even after her death — if his hunch was correct, she was probably sober, and that in itself was most likely something very difficult for her to deal with. It didn’t excuse her words, of course, but his heart was reaching out to both of his friends, and he hated this.

[ With a violent jerk, she ripped her wrist from the male's tight grasp. She began to rub off the ice crystals from her pale flesh, snarling at the Scrafty as she did so. Dmetri didn't fear the living. What had she to fear ? His type advantage ? She was already dead. ] Whatever . . . . tell your pretty little boyfriend that if I ever see him again. . . I'll fucking end him. [ She hissed venomously before evaporating in thin air, fading from sight to return to her humble abode and be embraced through the sweet intoxication with the use of narcotics. ]

[ Dmetri didn't fucking care about this man's feelings. She didn't give a rats ass about him and his frills and his sparkles and his costume of pink. She didn't give a fuck about his sexuality or his gender. The fact of the matter is that he stepped into something where he didn't belong. Enraging the sober ghoul. Screeching at her with the most annoying of tones, hissing at her saying she was an unfit friend. When one upsets the Duskull, she cares little about someone's emotions. Her eye was set upon satisfying her rage. In other words, beating this pixie to a pulp. The punch that was flung at her was quick, knocking into her cheek. She staggered back. A crooked grin plastered upon her lips as a menacing chuckle erupted from her. ] Is that all you got ? Because in all honesty, you punch like a fucking girl. I guess the whole cross dressing thing is working for ya !! [ With a swift hand, she swiped at the sleazy tube top's pink fabric, reeling him in close. She raised a tightened fist, pausing to grit her teeth. ] Too bad it doesn't help when you fight, you pansy ass mOTHER FUCKER !! [ Suddenly, she flung a brutal blow. ]

Please. If I watched that horse shit, I'd probably end up like you, trying to go around like a FUCKING IDIOT. Dressed up like the wet dream of a Brony, like a Pony Stripper. [ Dmetri gritted her teeth. She wasn't going to put up with this little lolita bitch in cosplay giving her a lecture on "How to be a good friend". No. The whiny voice was irritating. With a fellow swoop of her fist, she threw a punch at the Audino. ] I don't usually beat up fucking trannys, but I will FUCKING RIP YOUR DICK OFF AND MAKE YOU INTO THE WOMAN YOU'VE ALWAYS WANTED TO BE IF YOU DON'T BACK THE FUCK OFF.

[The Duskull loomed over the cross dressing Audino with such an ice cold, dead look. With her eyes of blood red piercing. She was not playing. If this whatever the heck he was continued to oppose her, she will have to react quite violently and mercilessly. ] I suggest you get the fuck out of my face before I make you unrecognizable for your autopsy.

sEEEEEeee look i’m Normal /starts sobbing

So why don’t you get your fucking nose out of me and my friend’s fucking conversation ? Before I rip your fucking throat out. [ Bitch felt like she was about to slaughter a man. Her temper was out of control. ]

sEEEEEeee look i’m Normal /starts sobbing

I outta shove that Sparkle Wind or Bubble Gay, whatever their names are, up your ass. [ She hisses with her eyes glowing a bright crimson. The everlasting flames of fury toward the colorfully painted ponies was amongst the many things she so hated. So loathed. And seeing her friend being amongst those that praised the childish characters made her sick to her stomach. If she had one that actually worked. ] 

[ The terrier's ears raised at his exclaims. What bullshit, she thought. Friendships were supposed to keep her warm? Say that when she stands outside, trembling from hypothermia and frostbite. His cheesy claims stating she was 'cute' brought her cheeks to a smoldering red. She turned her head with a foul scowl. ] W - whatever. L - let's just go !! [ She barked, avoiding his gaze. It's been a while since she's heard him call her cute. She somewhat missed it. Although, the bitter aftertaste was something she wasn't pleased with. ] Um . . . yeah . . . [ Gracie nodded, accepting the arm to escort her to wherever he supposedly wanted to play. Although she accepted his request to frolic in the winter snow, she wasn't going to enjoy it. Or at least, she was gonna not let it show. ]

YES! *he flew in circles a little bit the excitement was just too much for his rabbit self— getting a bit happier as he noticed the quick smile* YES I DID GRACIE! Those agency brats took my phone away during work so I couldn’t text. BAH.  *he smirked a bit when she gave in, truthfully he had hoped she would~ He clapped his hands eagerly as he let himself in through her window, laying on her sofa as he waited for his bestie to get ready for the winter fun outside* Haha~ So you need a coat, huh?~ It’s not all that cold, and I could keep ya warm just fine, Gracieee~

There are other ways of communication, ya know ? [ The herdier smirked slightly before turning away upon her heel. Waltzing up to meet the navy blue overcoat that was neatly hung upon the coat stand. She wrapped a red scarf at her neck, nestling herself into the soft cotton. Then she slipped into her boots. With some mittens tucked away into her pockets, she was ready. Turning back to face Valient, who was now lounging lazily across her couch, her cheeks suddenly burned a bright red in surprise. Oh God. She couldn't possibly permit him to warm her up. No no. She didn't need him to help her keep toasty warm. Oh heavens no. That would involve invasive touches. That would be too embarrassing. And now doubt would she blush at such a gesture. That would totally destroy her serious facade. ] No no. I - i don't need you keeping me warm. Th - that's why I have jackets and scarves, you dumbass. . . [ She stammered out nervously. ]

Wow, Minny. You're such a fuckin' dork. [ She snickers. ]

Came out

Can't I just have some chips until I'm done? I have a mighty need for a me-vee.