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[angelshot]

WHOSE SHITTY-ASS PET LIZARD IS THIS?!

[ Well jeez, Panty. Nice to see you too.
There's no fanfare in this particular Anarchy-brand PSA, just shrill indignation and a lovely view of the disorganized pink chaos that is Panty's room. Which is fine and all... except for the very small, very feisty dragon curled up on her mattress and expensive af sheets, coiled up like a cobra and hissing in obvious displeasure at having someone invade its nice new nest.
Where did it come from? No idea. Don't care. But she clearly wants it gone. ]

How the hell am I supposed to tap ass if this thing is gonna bite a dude's dick off, huh? Is this a prank? Who DOES that?! What is wrong with you people?

You know what, fuck it. Peel your stupid iguana off the pavement for all I care.

[ And by 'fuck it' she means she'll solve this whole issue in a very practical fashion.
As in lunging forwards, grabbing the very unhappy dragon by the scruff (judging from the puffs of smoke and a few sparks, it's still just a youngster), and straight up yeets the unfortunate beastie straight out the open window. Problem solved, right?
HA HA... well. No.
Unfortunately for Panty, dragons can fly. There's a brief blur of scales sailing right back in like an oversized boomerang, a meaty 'SMACK' of something colliding squarely with her face, and the feed promptly cuts off.

She might have to sleep on the couch for a while. The new tenant isn't going anywhere. ]

Comments

[swordhardy]

Nah, I'd rather mess around with you.

[angelshot]

Oh yeah?

Messing around is fine I guess, but making a mess is even better. Don't you think?

[swordhardy]

Sure.

And making a mess of you would be even better than that.

[angelshot]

Well funnily enough, I kind of need to find somewhere else to sleep since my bed's apparently off limits now...

[ PANTY NO ]

[swordhardy]

[ Panty yes ]

Aaa, yeah? You can use mine, but there's a no clothes rule.

[angelshot]

[ S m h. Rokurou, you really shouldn't encourage her. ]

Oh yeah? I can live with that, if I get dibs on the warmest blankets.

[swordhardy]

Sounds like a fair deal.

[ address.png ]

Here. So you won't get lost.

[angelshot]

[ Aw yiss. Just gonna grab a jacket on the way out... ]

You want anything on the way? I mean, might as well bring a housewarming gift or whatever, right?

[swordhardy]

Nah, just get your ass over here.

[ He's a simple guy with simple needs, after all. ]

[angelshot]

Alright, alright, I get it. ETA like... fifteen minutes.

[ When she finally does arrive, there'll be none of that polite "knock and wait to be let in" bullshit. Just a boot straight in the door that might or might not leave a sizable dent if it doesn't open or rattle on the proverbial hinges a bit.

Open sesame. She brought ass n' tiddy. >:T ]

[swordhardy]

[ Well, that's one way to get a tiddy delivery.

The door somehow manages to open after being slammed, featuring one (1) Rokurou Rangetsu giving its new dent some grinning appraisal. ]

H'oh, you're gonna owe me for that.

[ Thankfully, he's flexible on repayment. Get that ass n' tiddy in here, lady. ]

[angelshot]

No idea what you're talking about. [ Breezily denying all blame, as usual. ] I just let myself in.

[ What a bold faced lie. But in she comes anyway, grin and all. Or rather strolls on in since Panty has a thing about looking like she belongs just about anywhere she decides to go, mimicking the confidence that either comes with immense power or substantial wealth.
Maybe it's just a Sanguis trait rearing its ugly head. Let her stay long enough and she might get a little territorial. ]

What's up, hot pants? You got those blankets you promised me ready?