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Mm, yes. That Guzma sock smell. She was glad to be back, fucking around on her own for a bit.

Yes, yes, YES. This is what she CAME HERE FOR. She eyed him fondly as he fired his eloquently crafted tongue lashing at her, her eyes prickling up more and more, as if she were smiling. Her being looked good on him. He looked very good mad. Yes, it was certain; catcalling was always the way to...

Well, all of that amounted to absolutely nothing. People really didn’t like causing scenes here, did they? She supposed it was good they’d gotten the color of the culprit—she’d file that away for later—but now everyone was getting ready to leave without a single damn outburst. She locked her...

Odile blinked. Was this guy okay? "̶I̶'̴m̴ ̷s̷o̷r̸r̶y̴,̷"̵ ̴she said stupidly. "̵I̴'̸m̴ ̴W̴r̷a̵t̵h̷,̸ ̸n̶o̴t̷ ̶L̴u̶s̷t̴.̴"̷

"̶H̸o̴w̵ ̷a̸b̴o̶u̶t̷ ̷y̸o̴u̴ ̷t̵a̷k̶e̶ ̶a̷ ̴f̵e̸w̵ ̷b̵r̵e̶a̵t̴h̵s̶ ̶a̸n̶d̶ ̶b̷u̸s̵t̵ ̶o̴u̶t̸ ̴o̵f̶ ̷t̸h̶a̸t̵ ̶s̸u̷i̵t̸?̵ ̴H̶o̸w̴ ̵a̵r̷e̷ ̴y̶o̶u̴ ̶f̶u̴c̶k̶i̶n̶g̵ ̴b̷r̴e̸a̸t̴h̴i̵n̷g̶ ̵i̵n̵ ̵t̷h̶a̵t̷?̴"̸

Yes, yes. She could feel the wrath and aggravation wafting through the area. The swamp was practically full of it now. It was glorious. She stifled an airy giggle into her hand as her eyes darted back and forth between the humans. She sincerely doubted Odette and Enora were having NEARLY as...

Well. It appears as if she had grated on the nerves of a child. That was low hanging fruit, though. "̵I̶ ̴h̷a̴v̴e̶ ̴a̶ ̴b̶e̵t̸t̸e̶r̷ ̵o̶n̶e̷.̸ ̴Y̵o̴u̸ ̴e̶v̶e̷r̴ ̸h̸e̶a̶r̸d̷ ̸o̴f̸ ̶h̸e̶a̸v̸y̴ ̸m̶e̷t̸a̶l̶?̶ ̵T̴h̵i̸s̷ ̶o̸n̷e̴'̴s̵ ̷a̵ ̴c̴l̸a̸s̷s̴i̴c̶,̵"̵ she snickered, fluttering up to a higher...

Well that's not who she was anticipating to get riled up with her words. This latex dude was such a pussy, so she supposed it wasn't surprising. But she didn't want HIS reaction, she wanted-- Perfect. Not Roserade lady, but a damn good close second. Clovis 2.0 was now getting really mad. She...

Yum. Defensive. On edge. Cornered. This one smelled a lot better than the marsh did as a whole. Like a little Febreeze air freshener in the middle of all of Guzma's dirty laundry. Perhaps this one would be more fun to poke than the Aggron. "̷W̵h̵o̶ ̸w̴a̴l̸k̵s̸ ̶i̵n̵ ̴a̶ ̶d̴i̷r̷t̸y̴ ̴p̷l̴a̸c̵e̵...

"̶W̶W̴W̸O̵O̸O̷O̵O̷W̶W̶W̵W̸W̴,̵ ̷N̵O̸B̸O̷D̶Y̵ ̵T̵O̴L̷D̵ ̴M̴E̵ ̵A̷B̵O̴U̸T̷ ̴T̵H̴I̵S̵ ̶P̷L̶A̸A̷A̷A̶C̵C̸C̴E̵E̶E̴.̶"̸ She landed on a gnarled tree branch, taking in the scenery. Gross trees and bushes, green dirt that looked like it would make a squishing noise if one were to push somebody down into...