Also more greens this evening.

Drive by bump

>>43433372
Ahhh, thank you. I was going to make it last night but I fell asleep.

>>43434689
Just need to keep it alive while I get distracted with Mech Warrior. I can imagine these being able to be piloted by a mare with some cockpit alterations.

>>43417091
>It feels good to be back
>After your...
>Situation...
>With Mettle
>You've felt a little refreshed
>It isn't like your problems have been solved but more that you aren't worrying as much
>Not all mares are complete psychos
>Now sure, she has magical bullshit and now you have yet another questionable Equestrian contact
>And sure, she left you with slimy pants of shame that required a half hour of wet wipes to try to clean
>Emphasis on "try"
>And sure, you've had to explain to your AA group that you're now dealing with excessive relationship problems and that caused a certain relapse
>But at the end of the day
>This is starting to get routine
>Obscure usually talks with you in the halls until you go inside
>Every now and again it's Fringe
>Apparently she's in the habit of wearing a skirt around you now
>You asked and apparently it's because "you're scary when you're serious"
>Doesn't stop her from asking if you want it off
>You get the feeling it's just to try to entice you because her tail doesn't have a hole so when it moves, the skirt moves
>Usually up
>But that's ok
>That's ok because at the end of the day, you understand that you're in extenuating circumstances
>So it's ok if you have just a cheat day
>You haven't had a talk
>You haven't gone anywhere
>It's just you
>By yourself
>In your admittedly ok apartment
>It isn't shit, the stove and oven work well
>Your bed is alright
>You're just going to enjoy your evening
>You have popcorn
>Cheese powder that you shook in
>And...
>Honestly?
>The rest of that love potion
>You've been mixing it with lime soda and it has turned into some sort of funky, tasty mix
>Fringe said it had to be mixed with alcohol and otherwise it was harmless so why not?
>Get rid of it now, get rid of any chance for it to be used against you
>Besides, the vessel is pretty neat
>You wanna rinse it out, turn it into a decanter
>Maybe fill it with water and find something to have grow out of it
>Point is, you're all good to go
>...
>...
>...
"Come on, this is a little bit much."
>From the living room couch, opposite of your TV
>Right pressed up against your patio sliding door
>It's Fringe
>Fringe Binge and her cringe singe
>Her tiny human irises track your every twitch
>Focusing from your hand, to your face
>You lift up your bowl
>Her eyes follow
>Your other hand goes below your legs
>Her eyes follow
>You switch both hands and she seems to focus more on the one going to your lap
>No
>Wait
>Now she's just starting at that
>You put your free hand on your lap
>She visibly perks up
>You pat your lap
>She nods in a way only an Equestrian can, due to the long face
>It's not a nod
>She's simply smearing her face against the glass
"Oh Jesus."
>You get up and stand next to the door
"What are you doing here?"
>"What?! I can't hear you, the door's too closed!"
>Her scream is a little bit much
"You know, I got the last of that love potion in a cup. Been drinking it."
>You say that bit excessively quieter

>>43435413
>"Oh! Do you want me to bring you more? I think I can figure out a way to get one that works without needing alcohol!"
>Too closed for her to hear, huh?
"Listen, I have a bit of nothing to watch. Can we do this later?"
>"Sally's not pregnant."
>That gets you to stop
>Stop what?
>You don't know but it sure isn't happening now
"...How do you know?"
>"Pregnancy test. Both kinds."
>How many kinds are there?
>"Obscure is feeling really down. Do you wanna help me help her?"
"And why would I do that?"
>"Because you're cool and helpful and you haven't walked away so I know you're at least thinking about it."
>Well crap
>She's got you there
>You do walk away
>Just to return with the cheesy popcorn
>Least you can do is go through that before having to be side-tracked
"Alright, you got me until I finish this. Why do you want to help her?"
>"Because she's mopey. We could both smell that mare all over your pants last time you went out. When you came back."
>Her silly demeanor ends, resetting her face to something far less friendly
>Her not wearing her glasses makes it look worse
"Yeah, I got ambushed by another freakazoid like you two. Is that somehow my fault?"
>"We both could smell that you got off on it. After you filled Obscure like a Thanksgiving turkey, with stuffing to spare, we spent plenty of time memorizing it."
"Fucking..."
>Gross
>You're eating here
>Even if you want to just unwind
>Even if you think you're doing better
>Someone finds a way to one-up what they've done already to the point of saying something that freaking out there
"...Listen, we're not a couple. Not "we" as in her and I. Not "we" as in you and I."
>Not "we" as in you and Mettle either
"I should have better self control, I agree. I'm exercising that talking to you through this. And I'm not changing it."
>Did you add too much cheese powder? You can almost taste the popcorn
"I get that she's going through a moment. I also get that you might be making that moment worse."
>She smirks at that
>She's not even trying to hide it around you
"But I just don't want to do that right now. I've been going through a lot too, you know. I need to set boundaries, reinstate my privacy, and eventually we can discuss this on a level playing ground like adults."
>Fringe sits there, eyes cast downward
>She's certainly thinking on what you said
>Thinking hard enough that her creepy little bone fingers come out
>Tapping against each other
>Can she even fly with those?
>They seem double jointed or something like that
>"How about you let me in and we can talk about her, or I can start screaming so loud everyone thinks you're some foalcon molester that raped me when I was a filly?"
>Her eyes slowly rise back up to focus keenly on you
>"Plenty have seen us socialize before. How easy is it in society to turn you into a villain in a matter of seconds? Think it'll end up online too?"
>You would call her bluff
>Except she's shown you a few times now that bluffing isn't what she does

>>43435433
>She's so brazen about it too
>She's always been so forward around you, revealing every trick and meta strategy to you at face value
>All of it has relied on you playing along with her
>If only to stop Sally from somehow getting the wrong idea or emotionally harmed
>Now that's rich, coming from someone that could've almost gotten her pregnant
>You still don't remember it happening but there was enough evidence for you to know it happened
>Now it's an outright threat
>Far worse than anything before
>You don't appreciate that
>Not one bit
>You open the screen door by an inch
>She darts back, just to poke her face against the opening
>Her tongue flickers out and her bony fingers wobble their way in
>To top it off, she lets out this inappropriate warbling noise like she's trying to do something
>The phalanges curl around the door and vigorously shake up and down
>You refuse to be disgusted or amused
>Realizing that isn't causing a rise, she sighs and pushes open the door herself
>"I wasn't going to really do that, you know. Do you know how big an incident that would be? Nevermind she'd be crushed."
>She at least has the manners to stamp and scrape her hooves against your patio before welcoming herself inside
>You remain unamused
>Unmoving
>Flourishing in the decidedly salty cheese powder
>You definitely added too much
>Fringe mounts you from behind, wings wrapping around your upper torso and front legs going over your shoulders
>She places her face right next to yours
>"Hey hubby. Bubby. Can I get some popcorn too?"
>You hold up the bowl
>Her tongue sticks out
>You can see it out of the side of your face
>It's a long tongue, to you
>Maybe it's normal for an Equestrian
>She's making a show of it but just can't seem to reach the bowl that is right in front of her
>"...Oh no. I can't reach it. Hold some up for me?"
>The bones in her wings undulate, giving you a hug from the bottom bones up
>And then from the top bone down
>You can't even feel the feathers
>Just bones
>You grab a few kernels and hold it above the bowl
>Is this some kind of humiliation or victory ritual?
>Her tongue slithers between your fingers like the popcorn is the last thing it wants to taste
>But it does find them
>Why is her saliva so slimy
"I really do not appreciate you threatening me with that."
>"Oh, Anon... that's just because you care. If you just shut the blinders on me, put on a movie, and cranked up the volume. I'd know you weren't interested at all in me. In her. Yet here we are. Cuddling like lovers. Feeding one another popcorn."
>Sure
>"One another"
>You repeat the process until the bowl is empty
>You did manage to eat...
>Maybe a third of it all
>You're just not a fast popcorn eater
>Despite that, she spends time licking your fingers clean
>You can only stare at the partially opened screen door
>The semi-mirrored image of her on you
>"You wanna know a neat little trick, Anon?"
"What is it, Fringe."

>>43435446
>She hugs you tight with her wings
>"When Obscure was sleeping, for the first few nights."
>Her tongue slithers out again
>"I cleaned her all up. I slipped her something to help her sleep since she was so excited and giddy that she finally "did it" with you. Then I spent well over an hour scooping it all up with my tongue. Just like the popcorn. And then the night after? I told her that since we're such close friends, it's ok if I at least taste you through her..."
>You understand a new level of discomfort and vague disgust that you had not fathomed before
>Your absence of reaction, physical or otherwise, is your only answer to this revelation
>"..."
"..."
>"..."
>You could've gone the rest of your life without knowing that someone would do that
>"...Just kidding."
"Somehow I doubt that."
>"You think we're an item like that? Oh no... no no no. But I did do it the first night. I told her that it must've been a dream. Of course she was so overspent and riled up that she started wearing that skirt. Now between you moving onto some other new girl and her not having your babies, she's all just... mopey."
"I really dislike you at this moment."
>"I know, that's ok."
>Another hug
>This time her front legs as well as the bony wings
>"But what is important, is that you go over there. Or I bring her over here. And then you two make up. Maybe have a date night inside... let my tongue do the work while she plays a game of giddy up..."
"I'm about two seconds away from hurling you through this screen door."
>Your tone is the furthest away possible from her attempt at being lusty and playful
"What the actual hell are you trying to get out of all of this? Why are you torturing her? Why are you so obvious about it with me?"
>Your question doesn't inspire some witty or obscene comeback
>You can see it in her reflection
"You're pretending to be her friend. But you're saying that you want to sabotage her, you're trying to undercut her, you're doing all of this actual bad shit... for why? Why can't you let her just be alone so she can try to figure shit out without you stirring the pot?"
>"...I..."
>The hug immediately stops
>Her wings go limp
>"...Well it's what friends do, right? Tease each other, call each other names, rough house, be little speed bumps?"
>She's trying to rev her tone up into something more jovial but you can tell she doesn't believe in it
"No, they don't fucking do that."
>"Good friends do though!"
"Yeah, and you aren't that!"
>That actually has an impact on her
>Is she looking at you or herself in the reflection?
"If you have a friend who's with you through hell and back... yeah. You can make fun of them a little. They probably deserve it too. But if it's some casual sort of thing, that's just insulting. It's not being a friend. It's just being an annoying shit."
>Simply shrugging hard is enough for her to dismount you
>You focus on her reflection

>>43435460
Oh shit, is anon actually getting through to her?

>>43435460
"You've shown you aren't friends. You've shown you don't care about helping her spiral. Do you even know how badly you hurt her, by making her freak out and talk about her dad like that? I barely know her and even I know about that. If I were her friend, genuinely, I would never bring that up on my own. That's sick. That's a sign it's time to go."
>Is she even capable of feeling guilt?
>You aren't even convinced this is really what she's experiencing
"If you're her actual friend, you fucking suck at it. No amount of bond you think you have with her makes it ok to go that far."
>Despite all of this, you keep a rather measured tone
>Almost as if you have a history of doing this sort of thing well enough to get paid
>You expect something to happen
>You aren't sure what
>But you are expecting
>Enough time passes that you wipe your hand against your shirt
>She actually did clean your fingers up decently well
>She sits next to you
>Glaring more at her reflection than you, or your reflection
>"Ok."
>Is that it?
>"Lets say that, for a moment, I actually want to be her friend."
"Do you think you are now?"
>She doesn't answer
>All she can figure out is a shrug
>"Well we're both getting money. So we're pooling it together. We're room mates."
"Didn't say friends though. How'd you two even get to that point?"
>Her beady human eyes go to your reflection
>"I'm not telling you that."
>So there is a line even she views as sacred
"Alright. Why are you so fixated on getting in her way? Or trying to include yourself in on this?"
>Her eyes trail off to look at no one
>The side of her mouth scrunches up
>You recognize a solid sneer
>"And get left alone? Again? I've had enough of that."
>You don't know if you've ever heard her speak with such natural venom
>"She's got a bright future ahead. With you. I'm not gonna miss out on that. I don't care if I'm second fiddle. I know I'm smarter than her. I'm..."
>The sneer has been evolving into something more openly menacing
>Open, hostile disdain
>You'd think she'd be using her bony bits for effect but they're pressed tight against her body
>"I'm... I'm smarter. She can have less defects. She can be the prettier one. She can go out and socialize and go find herself a man..."
>Her lips are trembling
>Struggling to maintain that open, malicious expression of raw hatred
>"But I'm not dying alone. I'm not rotting."
>Oh crap
>You know you're witnessing her either entering something severe, or about to
>Without thinking, you lean over and wrap your arm around her
>Before she can understand what you've done, you clench your arm and drag her to your side
>Her face drops to raw shock
>She's looking at you but you're still focused on the patio glass
"Don't look rotten to me. I mean, you smell like you could use a bath but it's not that bad. "
>Is this joking?
>Are you joking?
>She doesn't smell like Mettle, that's for certain

>>43435500
>Where do you go from here?
>The concept of rotting never once came to you
>So it must be something from her
"So do you want to be an actual friend to Sally?"
>"--"
>Before she can speak, you interrupt
"And by that, I mean do you want to help her even if you don't get anything out of it?"
>This time she isn't so quick to answer
>"Friends always get something out of helping one another."
"Not always. Not if you're a good friend. Not supposed to be about what you get."
>That sneer comes back
>Nowhere near as pronounced
>"So what, I'm supposed to get nothing?! Still?!"
>You shake your head
>Your arm remains firm
>You can feel her shaking
"No, not that either. Do you really get nothing from her?"
>She's really trying to keep that sneer going
>"...No..."
>Little childish, that word
>The way she says it
"Well there you go. Has Sally... explicitly told you a list of things you have to do, just because?"
>"Well. She did call in a favor about that potion to heal you."
"And I'm glad you helped her out with that. Does anything else come to mind?"
>The sneering finally fails for good
>Instead she's looking into the far corner of the screen
>"...No. We split the bills and she just... talks about you."
"...Seriously?"
>"Not all the time, but a lot. She talks about her mom but I've never met her."
"...Is that a... thing? With her?"
>You really don't want to ask this way but you can't help it
"Like... is she alive?"
>Please don't let this be two ponies that talk to the dead
>"...Yeah...? We have phones you know."
"Oh. Yeah. Of course..."
>You clear your throat
>Good thing she didn't notice that
"I mean, are there any plans on her going back, or bringing her mom or..."
>You shake your head again
"I don't know. I don't know how to even talk about her."
>"It's ok, we were only talking about me."
>The uniquely feminine sarcasm in her voice makes you look down at her
>Not the reflection of her
>The real her
"Hey, I let you in, didn't I? Am I cozying up to a sack of potatoes?"
>It really does seem like it requires a moment for her to digest that
>Looking at your hand, opposite of you
>Feeling your arm around her back
>Seeing that we're side by side
>"...If I bring my phone over, if I let you masturbate to her, can you stick the tip inside when you're about to finish?"
>She speaks that so quickly you almost don't hear her right
"...What the fuck is wrong with you."
>"I don't know!"
>She shrinks back defensively for once
>"She gets all serious about you, you're always getting serious about something on something she listens to, you're being serious to me and... I don't know."
>Despite the recoil, she relaxes enough to drop her head against the side of your chest
>"...You've never had this sort of conversation with her before, have you."
"No. I haven't. I thought I did one time, and then she caved in my nose."
>"I bet I could be violent too, if you like that sort of thing."
"I don't."
>"Oh. Ok. Good, because I'm a lover. Not a fighter."
"Joy."

>>43435521
>"She probably wouldn't like it if we did stuff anyway, huh."
"You think? She's unwell."
>"I'm more well than her."
"I don't know about that."
>Fringe looks behind you
>"...Mind if I use your bathroom?"
"...Yeah. Go for it. Should probably at least rinse this out. I can almost see the bottom despite all the powder."
>"Kinda salty but I liked it."
"I bet. I can give you the rest of the powder if you want."
>"What do you want in return?"
>You scoff and get up
>May as well close the door too now
"Nothing, I guess."
>"Isn't that friendly of you?"
"I guess so, sure. Don't mention it."
>You leave for the kitchen and...
>Screw it
>You just put the bowl in the sink and let the water run for a bit
>Long enough for you to wash your hands and let water spill over the lip
>You can deal with it later
"So anyway once you're done are w-"
>You see it
>In slow motion do you see it
>Rather than go to the bathroom
>Finge has her lips around your cup
>Head tilted all the way back
>Cup empty
"...You didn't."
>Fringe sets the cup down again
>"...It smelled like a fancy soda."
"..."
>"..."
"..."
>"..."
"You need to go to the bathroom and leave."
>It all takes place over the course of maybe a few seconds
>If that
>It isn't that she grows any weird horns or changes color but her eyes
>The white of her eyes
>They turn not red, but vibrant
>Almost glowing
>Pink
"...Shit."
>"Anon...?"
"...Fringe."
>"Did you intend for me to drink this?"
>Every word
>Every syllable
>All of that anger and ire has been long erased
>Brick by brick, she builds herself into the most forward, proud stance she can do
"No I did not."
>"Well too bad."
>She closes her eyes
>The glowing goes through her eyelids
>"I'm going to name our first daughter after Obscure. It's what a good friend would do."

New thread... and somehow new problems too. Fringe isn't so well off, apparently. She has some issues too, she isn't just some psychopath. But that doesn't fucking matter because now she's been juiced with that God damned love potion. She told Anon it requires alcohol and stomach acid. But we still have no proof it ever worked on him. It's an Equestrian potion so it's likely made for Equestrian use even if it's modified to supposedly work on a human. I don't know if she's ever been straight about that thing and how it works but apparently that is what it looks like when it works.
Whoever you're praying to, they aren't listening. This is a mess that is causing itself to get worse by virtue of existing. It's almost 3am. How can (You) sleep when mares need their stories told?

ponies are fucking loco

>>43435540
The best ones are.

>>43435527
I really like where the story is going, it feels like it's hitting a climax of sorts, or at least ramping up

i REALLY REALLY like that her character is being fleshed out better, fringe might actually be a decent pony but with fucking horrific socialization growing up meaning it's possibly a fixable issue.
i hope her and sally can be better friends

>>43436998
The thing is that all of them are wounded, in their own way. A good yandere isn't so because it's quirky. A good yandere is shaped by her experience and how she's learned to keep living with herself. Even Fringe, the seeming mastermind, isn't immune.
She said something that comes to mind too.

Mares snail-trailing you as a power move is some top 5 nut material

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>>43435527
It just keeps spiraling out of control, you love to see it.
>Fringe Binge might actually be "fixable" after all
Aw sweet, all she probably needs is some hardcore TLC and she'll be right as rain. Unfortunately, I fear that isn't going to happen anytime soon, huh?
>Anon casually drinking the leftover love potion
Absolute mad lad. Look at what his foolishness has wrought.
>>43436998
My thoughts exactly. I wish these poor misfit mares nothing but the best.

I've been having an idea for a potential greentext revolving around ponies getting to Earth with no way back and becoming second-class citizens alongside the horrors that come with that. Think of something like the slave pony generals. I'm still thinking on how to go on about with it but my question is: what would properly define a yan green?

>>43438007
For that you gotta understand what a yan is. The sliding scale is possessive versus obsessive. The question is also "why" are they like that. Idle desperation can be a bit lame because a yan will go to extremes people don't quite appreciate or expect. There's also the question of what else is there when it comes to them being a character?
https://forum.cavestory.one/threads/kageryushins-infamous-sermon-upon-yanderekology.1609/
That's a classic link that should give you some insight.

>>43437783
UUNNFF sticking my finger inside Sally's mouth uunnfff

>>43433372

>>43437783
That there is sure something. Obscure oral examination until she Embraces your thumb is a very dangerous proposition. Fringe almost looks... friendly. Mettle looks very nice. Not enough mares have short manes. Major kudos artman.
The bottom right really does sum up the issue with it all. Sally and Mettle both have legitimate reasons for things. Fringe doesn't but I think this is really pushing her into that territory. She's very vulnerable, along for the ride, but I worry she may become invested after opening up like this. Not being the one pulling the strings. She's been exposed.
Also for one so cunning and capable of manipulating others, is she honestly going to believe that he just liked the potion for it's taste since it doesn't affect him instead of him making something that she'll just happen to randomly drink so he can further his own plots?

>>43437783
Oh my

>>43438429
What if she bites down?

>>43437771
The scent lingers, you know. As does the texture.

Bump for love potions activating

>>43433372
bump from the mind control thread

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>mfw I see my beloved Anon being harassed by some ugly mudmare, so I genuinely have to burn her house down to send a message

>>43435527
>RAPE imminent

>>43440788
Appreciated

>>43440788
Good thread. I haven't yet had something majorly jump out to me for writing there... yet.

>>43441336
You're asking for a horseshoe to the face.

>>43435527
Fringe is like Cozy Glow, sees friendship as a tool. Meanwhile, Obscure really does see Fringe as a friend, and is too stupid to realize she isn't one.
Anon, why didn't you dump the love potion in the toilet when you had the chance? The idiot.
Mules can't get pregnant.

>>43442714
>too stupid to realize she isn't one
A lot of bad relationships revolve around two things: stupidity and desperation. Which do (You) think it really is?

maybe

>>43443286
I guess both can be true.

>>43444113
>>43444303
same person btw

>>43444303
It often is but after a certain point it slides more to one scale. Anon is going to tip that scale whether or not he has any intention.

>>43444499
One raped him while he was under the influence of a drug, this one is about it to rape him using said drug as an aphrodisiac. Hopefully Anon can tard-rangle a pegasus.

>>43444650
He's sober so it isn't that bad. As far as we know.

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>pg 9

>>43444650
I'm rooting for fringe to win the Anonbowl.

>>43435527
>You aren't touching her
>You aren't even going to go near her
>You remain in the kitchen
>It's safe there
>It's safe in that you're as physically away from her as you can be without also getting close or fleeing your own apartment
>It's not enough because Fringe opens her eyes
>The pink glow pulses from her lashes to the core of her tiny human pupils
>The light show is aimed purely at you
>It lasts for a few cycles and...
>Vanishes?
>Well that was kinda lame, wasn't it?
>You were thinking it would be far more pronounced or fanciful
>"Anon..."
"...I'm not commenting on what you said. Go to the bathroom before you let it out on the carpet."
>"I'll admit, you took me by surprise..."
>She stretches her neck out as far as it'll go
>Her wings flair out, bones extending beyond the ends of her feathers
>Could she really ever fly with those things?
>You fixate on that and not the loud, satisfied moan she practically screams
>Only when her breath runs out does she relax
>Please don't pee on the carpet
>"Obscure told me about you. Convinced me to come along with her. After all, one mare is asking for trouble by exploring... but two? Now we're oriented. We're safer in pairs."
>Casual speaking doesn't distract you from the menacing steps she is making toward you
>Good side
>You're away from her
>Bad side
>Your kitchen only has one entrance
>Which means one exit
>"When she came to me, screaming and blabbering. Explaining that she hurt you. She offered me anything to help. So... I contacted a few old ponies that I used to know. I helped them out, so they owed me favors."
>You slide your hand into the only thing that you know will work as a weapon against her
>A pair of ice packs from the freezer
>Too bad that just holding them for too long sucks
"Go to the bathroom and stop making googly eyes at me, Skeletor."
>"The healing potion was easy. It works on ponies, griffins, animals. I'm glad it works on humans too. I could probably have been rich if I sold it to a celebrity or something. Instead, it all went to you. Helped her feed it to you. It even helped you start breathing again. I don't think you were dead. But apparently you were close to it."
"Keep away from me, looney tune."
>You try to side step your way closer to the front door
>She blocks you off
>Neither of you are making quick motions but neither step is left to chance
>"That love potion... that cost me a lot. She wanted me to do one thing... and then I did another and came up with an even better plan. And she believed me. After all, she never would have gotten so far without me. You. You would be dead without me."
"You aren't pissing in my sink either, shuffle on over to the throne or this ice will chill your bone. Plural."
>You don't know what else to say
>You can't just threaten her
>She's under the influence
>That's how that usually goes with someone who's had too much
>Be firm but not hostile
>Ice packs are often the best defensive tool for those who get too ornery

>>43446146
Oh no

>>43446972
Now would be a bad time for Obscure to show up.

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>Anon loses a bet with Pinkie and is forced to meet her family
>Decides to be nice and help around a bit on the rock farm for some extra bits
>Emotionally and socially stunted Limestone takes a liking to him for his strength and stories of Earth
How long does Anon have until his virginity is stolen?

>>43446972
This is completely on me, I started way too late and fell asleep in the middle of writing. I used to do that a lot with Jacky too. Go until the very last bit of energy and then the reply box is still full of words. Guess tonight is going to be rather... eventful.

>>43447552
Hopefully her parents would step in and knock some sense into her.