vod

vod takes a sip of said tea, ‘cause regardless of what anyone might say, it’s fucking delicious. “all you needed to say is that you didn’t like tea, mate. didn’t have to be an ARESHOLE about it. not cool, frankly. catch more flies with honey, and all that.”

vod knew better than to stare; she’d seen plenty of STRANGER sights. but apparently she’d been looking a little too long. her lips quirk up into a smile: “alright, gotcha --- you’re a scary man. a werewolf or something..” vod leans back a little, to eye him again a little more deliberately. “buy you a drink, mister monster?”

“ ... you may have a POINT about the wrinkled knobs having knowledge of fucking. but i see your doctor bullshit & i raise you ... if you want a hot dog. are you gonna go for a FRESH bratwurst, or the FORTY-TWO year old sausage that’s probably mouldy? --- the only exceptions i can see here is if your teacher looks like ... hugh jackman, or someone. else it’s just not worth it.”

“alright, alright! i’m not JUDGING. wear what you want. wear a TUTU and a mesh bra for all i care. people will love that.” she raises her hands in a gesture of surrender. “i’m just saying if you want to transform from day-look to night-look, now’s your chance.”