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Post by ~Fairytale~ on Apr 8, 2008 8:14:25 GMT 10
"Don't worry, they won't kille me," Fey said. "From experience, I know that even guards who kill enything that they see move, will not kill anyone who has particular parts moving," she added, winking slyly at Romeo and, just in case he didn't understand, she prodded one of her boobs with a single finger, sending it into its normal bounce and earning herself a couple of glances from most men who were literally scattered across the whole Pokémon Center.
When she saw the Slowpoke running away from her Munchlax, and having heard Romeo's comment, Fey's response was a long, tired sigh. "Please. Don't even...say it," she said, a resigned look on her face. It seemed that, she too, was quite disgusted with her Munchlax, but it was better to release him out into the public, rather than, for example, Script. That savage of a Zangoose would most likely just start running in circles, waving his sharp-clawed arms around, until all the by-standers were reduced to nothing but a bloody mess.
A recruiter?, Fey queried in her mind. So Romeo thinks I'd be good at Smithers' job?, her streak of thoughts continued. Well, no wonder, really. Fey was well aware of the fact that she could be the world's most convincing person ever, if she only tried hard enough. She knew she had all the...arguments that she would ever need to persuade anyone with, or, at least all the male appliants. And I'd get a partner?, Fey carried on, becoming more and more content with the decision she's made on joining Pravus. "Is it a he?," the Absol-morph asked, hope painted all over her face, referring to her supposed partner.
Fey fought hard to resist the temptation to snicker at the Slowpoke's clumsiness, a slender hand over her mouth, trying to cover it up. She had only hoped that her wide smile would not leave its confinement. Reaching out with a single hand, Fey grabbed the ticket lightly, trying not to crease it any further. "Thanks. How are you going to get there, though?" Fey asked, surprisingly concerned about the boy's well-fare. Sticking around with children his age was definitely not doing her any good at all.
Fey bent over and kissed Romeo lightly on the cheek. "Thank you," she said, truly gracious. "And, bye," she added, giving Romeo another one of her sly winks. Then, stepping over Luvi in a long stride and not even bothering to say a single word to Smithers or that dirty-furred alley-cat of his, set off down the road on her way to the ferry, her hips swaying seductively, with the wind blowing her daringly short mini-skirt upwards every now and then.
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