I came by to kick back a bit .. a house full of relatives is anything but relaxing.Grins.
Hey.*Smiling back*
Beautiful
Sympathizing on point points. That just sucks.
Good evening, Jon.Smiles
*Makes sure plenty of logs are near, in case they are needed.*
Home of ~Rrosie~
~Gathering up your hugs, holding them tight as the treasure they are, leaving some in return.I am well other than the normal injuries provided from being a klutz. 😘😁😍
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Executes a perfect 'rump drop' onto a log, stoking the fire.
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Surrender…
turns trash can on its side so you can see the discarded half brownie n poofs
Under Dogtown
Celeste was… well she wasn't trying to be physically intimidating, but she wasn't exactly small, either. The technical fabrics and well-contoured armor also made no concealment of her trappings as a well-sponsored security specialist from the complete opposite side of Night City, either, which explained why she didn't flinch at the suggestion that you were armed.The dim sky-blue of her eyes flickered in amplitude and her gaze pivoted fractionally a few times.
"…no you're not."
At least conventionally, anyway, but she had to figure with her weapon already in her fingertips, if you were about to perform a digital lunge, that she could react faster.
…but someone who was having hardware troubles, loudly advocating for distance and safety?
No, her very presence and posture was becoming an obstacle against cooperation, which was what she was really after here.
Celestine already had her weapon on safe, letting it dangle from its trigger-guard which perilously pointed the muzzle vaguely back towards herself, off-angle.
Her empty off-hand reached slowly across in order to pull the mag free and the lock the slide back, disarming her weapon in front of you with both the mechanical noise of gliding metal and the descending hiss of its systems powering down.
"There — now I'm unarmed too. Just wanna talk… do you have it or not?"
The greasy DTown plug-den manager tilted his head. “Have what?”
"I thought I paid you to let us talk in private…"
my daughter used to call them garden toes.
well piggy..its been fun..I think I'm gonna turn ingood night
walks out