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            “   and i love ya too ,  water boy .   ”

            “   the milk man ? !   ”

            “   don’t .  ya fuckin’ stink too -   ”

            pinches her nose ,   “   if ya gonna stand next to me ,  at least warn me ‘bout it -  my nose can’t handle ya smell .   ”   where is a damn anti - odor spray when she needs one ? ? ?

            a small chuckle leaves her ,  smiling at the other and showing her fangs without trouble .  well ,  that’s surely one way of flirting .  rumi felt flattered .

      “   ya creative -  i kinda di’ that ,  not gonna lie .   ”   she starts ,  kicking the stool beside her closer to him .  sit down with her ,  bite the bait .   “   what’s ya name ,  hmm ?   ”

            “   is that so ? . . .   ”   she hums in response to the ginger ,  claw tracing the skin of his neck teasingly ,  own back against the wall .  well ,  this looked like fun ;   “   why don’t ya do somethin' to change that ,  then ?   ”