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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

[swaylay]

Listen, there are some people that are finer cuts of meat. Why settle for fried bologna sandwiches when you can have melt in the mouth filet mignon multiple times a night?

[ the fact that he has to resort to food euphemisms feels so dirty. And yet, Eros seems like he's posing an actual argument with this talk. Fucking RIP man. ]

I'm saying this as a socialite that has made it a personal mission to arrange only the best orgies. They're catered with actual buffets to accompany the buffet of hot people. Come on!

[ and yet, he temporarily went ride or die. Sigh. Panty, someone's gonna slam that emotional g-spot one day, just you wait. ]

[angelshot]

That's fine and all if hoity toity shit is all you want to eat literally forever. Me, I like to change it up. Y'know, sample a little of everything?

[ And she's like, stupid hungry now thanks to all the food talk, dammit. Thanks, Eros.
Panty's gonna dig her heels in super hard about the ~joys of monogamy and love and puppies and rainbows~ if it's the last thing she does. Big whoop. Some people catch feels left and right like TOTAL LOSERS and that leaves her with plenty of time to sit back and popcorn at all the relationship drama. ]

It's this trendy new fad called 'freedom'??? You probably haven't heard of it.

[ she'll never hop the emotional D. you can't make her. >:T ]

[swaylay]

[ He could cook for her if she was better behaved, but this sweet summer child is not going to give out his biscuits for just anybody.

God, she's stubborn. Eros can't stop the dramatic sigh and eye roll. ]

I'm not going to shame you for being promiscuous. That'd be a little hypocritical of me.

[ Pointing at the screen. ]

I just think it's kind of funny you're so opposed to finding yourself a nice guy, or girl, or both for a fun thrupple thing.

I could see you in a thrupple. You seem to be thirsty enough to entertain.

[ Eros go take a nap. ]

[angelshot]

[ You dare withhold the biscuits? That's inhumane! Bullying! A war crime! PURE AND UNDILUTED CRUELTY!
C'mon Eros don't you wanna pull the Prisma equivalent of a Netflix n' Chill with cheesy chick flicks and a crap ton of junk food? That's the most sacred of bonding rituals. >:T ]

"Thrupples" are small fry.

[ Even she has no idea what her top score is for orgies. It's likely up there in the double digits. ]

Cool it with the cupid act already, bubblegum boy. I'm not gonna go goo-goo eyed over one dick no matter how nice some loser is.

[swaylay]

[ He's not sure that she deserves the most sacred of traditions. Have that as a hot take. He actually sticks his tongue out. What does a tongue look like when the rest of him is pink? Terrifying probably, unless he's part Chow Chow. JFK what am I writing? Anyway. ]

Are you going to tell me you give adequate attention to any "friend" [ Look at this air quote shit he's doing ] when you have more than two at once? At a certain point, you're just picking favorites.

[ While it's not his orgy numbers, Eros has a soft spot for piling four to five bodies in his bed. It's all about balance, Panty. Ohhhhh, he groans. Roman names buttered her biscuit but not the Greek? ]

Listen, I get that people joke around going when in Rome but this is not the case! Eros sounds so much better than Cupid. [ Huff! ] Ugh! I'm going. I need a moment.

[ IS HE REALLY GONNA TRY TO BOUNCE? He's a brat, so yes. Once he's done struggling with his device, honestly how embarrassing. Save him. ]

[angelshot]

[ He dares blow a raspberry at her, Panty Anarchy, the most flawless piece of ass to ever grace you Prisma peasants with her heavenly knowledge of sexual wisdom?!?!?!?!
...yeah no she totally deserves it. But she's going to have the most offended look on her face anyway. ]

Not my fault some dicks are more fun to ride than others. [ S h r u g. ] I mean, I was gonna make you an offer, but if you're gonna go flounce then it's whatevs. I'll just find someone else.

[ YEAH WHAT NOW HUH. Bounce at your own peril, kiddo, because she'll totally take that as an unspoken victory. His good name as the patron God of bootycalls will be in question.

But hey, poor Eros can struggle to turn off the device all he wants. Panty will just be here. Grinning. Like an unhelpful asshole. Don't mind her. ]

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[swaylay]

[ She. Is. Getting. This. Look. ]

[swaylay]

Get back to me when you're not using a dragon as a boomerang.

[ So, she wins. But his cred cannot be challenged. ]