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Scarlet didn’t waste much time after Hex told him to go pack some bags. He clicked his mouth and pointed finger guns at the lombax before running off to his home.

   “Busy...” Flame repeated, trailing off as if she were going to say more. She was. “Trying to... Get control of my instincts,” Flame said, tail flicking. Her speech was slow, only because of the pauses to think, but not slurred. It was as if she was having trouble putting together her sentences. “Did you not...” Hear? Know? ...Know. “Know those calls were to you..?” 

   Flame appreciated the gentle kiss on her hand, voicing her appreciation with a purr.

   In Flame’s opinion, there isn’t much meaning at all to her signals or calls. They’re all blunt, to the point. The calls were for attention and to let anyone know that she’s ready to mate, her behavior to visibly show that she’s ready to mate as well as to burn off the energy she felt pent up within her.

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" A Big Strapping, Fella like you---with Battle Armor like that! I know a man who knows his way around a fire arm when i see one! And if i was a betting man---and i am it's a real problem! i'd wager you sir! love big hunky canons! The kind of gun that your enemies look at! and realize they chose the wrong day to be in your general vicinity! " Damn why was he so tall? like This guy was big enough to grind a Thug into hamberger! " What do you say? Would you like to see the goods? " Hex approaching the Doom Slayer with his usual pitch, this would end one of two ways. He was paying he could off some of his weaponry on this obvious psychopath!

{{ L }} If there was one thing worse than demons, it was random fucking salesmen. Slayer had a big enough arsenal to make sure anything that stood in his way were reduced to a red paste.... he also had his big guns. He didn't need much else.

".....No."