How Many More Are There Like You?

I Hate You! (artemis) Oh, Please Don’t Get My Hopes Up. You Almost Gave Me A Hard-on With That Thought. At Least Tell Me This Time Your Hatred Will Last More Than Five Minutes. (acheron)

And I Don’t Want His Body Touching Something I Wear. He’ll Contaminate It. (sasha) Oh, Good Grief, Sasha. Grow Up. You’re Four Hundred Years Old And You’re Acting Like A Whelp. It’s Not Like He Has Cooties Or Anything. (astrid) Yes He Does! (sasha)

Ash Paused As He Entered The House To Find The Three Women Lined Up And... Singing To... Dear Gods, Anything But This. "fergilicious." All He Needed Was For Simi To Be Here And Off-key With Them Since It Was Her Favorite Song And He'd Spent The Better Part Of The Last Year Cursing Whoever Was Dumb Enough To Introduce That Song To A Hormonal Teenaged Demon. Worst Part? Simi Wanted Him To Call Her Similicious.

Without A Word Or Hesitation, Pain Took The Mop From Nick. Suffering Moved To Pick Up Glass. "wow. Where Have You Two Been All My Life?" Pain Quirked And Eyebrow As He Mopped The Floor. "walking Hand In Hand With You. Haven't You Noticed?

And This Atlantean Destroyer Is Now Leading The Daimons And Sending Them Out To Battle Against Acheron, Who Is Just Using Us And The Humans As Cannon Fodder To Protect Himself? Really, Kyros, Put Down The Crack Pipe...or Go Write Children’s Fantasy Novels. I’ll Bet You Even Know Exactly Who Conspired To Kill Kennedy, Huh? I’m Sure The Money From D.b. Cooper Is What Financed Your Stunning Collection Of Furniture. (danger)