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*Elf stealth mode active, I slip into the home of my little friend, tacking a link up on her wall that I think she may enjoy. Then I slip into her small bed, curling up to fit, warming it up for her, and hoping she doesn't mistake me for Goldilocks and sick a bear on me in my sleep.*
Carnal Knowledge for Your Characters
*Murmuring softly as I drift off,* Good night, Cheska, and sweet dreams.
The meek shall inherit the earth.
The rest of us will escape to the stars....
But I don't want to visit the stars.... its cold out there in the depths of the dark void.
You can stay an rule the meek...
A person, should not just walk in an start talking up a person as if they are old friends, unless they are old friends.. or at least have a passing knowledge of each other.
it's not clever, nor endearing.
It's rude and presumes a lot.
I don't walk into a thread a just grope someone I have just met, I say hi.. guve a bit of chat.. say Hi.
if things work out, maybe we can be friends.. if not.. I move on.
mmm naughty ideas of what i could do with you have over come my brain
I'm sure you have.
tackle hugs gropes fondles and kisses. I've missed my halfling
*snuggles* I have missed you to.. if my brain wasn't so befuddled by lack of sleep..
get some rest sweet girl, our scene is long over due.
I think you are right. I just have to feed two goats and 3 cats while I house sit.. then to bed.
Absolutely beautiful, and very sexy, Cheska. Makes me want to get an extra big bag of holding to keep my own little halfling in for snuggle times every night.
Then, I want either: A Ring of Sustenance... as those bags has no air.
I'd let you keep your head out of the poke. And I'd sneak a little kiss every now and then.
Just think of the surprise look on on people's face when Annisthyrienne opens a bag in front of people and out pops you.
Calling it Halfling in a bag, Ninja power!
*drops by to leave the Wenchlette hugs*