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I want to tell the world!

I JUST HAD SEX, THE MEME

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Hey, it's not diplomacy, I just tell you the truth and my opinions. Well, that and I think you're a little afraid of in-person contact because it would mean surrendering some control, and you seem pretty big on control.

Really no offense meant, it was just his impression, after what she'd done and things she'd said to him previously. And all that came with it was a desire to help and be strong for her. Because it seemed like she'd never had someone to do that for her, and he thought that was a sad thing (and terrible idiocy on the part of anyone who had seen her without seeing her, as it were.

I will give you credit on figuring that one out, Mar. It's pretty (entirely) close to the truth.

As you can probably guess, it stems from the nature of my abilities and my history with them. I can almost always be in control of any situation, given the person I'm communicating with isn't crazy, delusional, has a psi-shield, comparable powers or a kludge mind. It's just a teensy (a lot) bit of a struggle to make sure I don't abuse that on any given chance.

Oh, well, if I ALSO had to guess, I'd bet you don't often talk to people as much or as long as you did to me.

But I'm willing to guess that if you feel yourself slipping a little, you can catch yourself within eight seconds or so?

Well, not many people are as excitable as you are about letting someone jump into their heads to speak with them. Which was much appreciated, by the by (I hate using that stupid comm thing).

Eight seconds, though. That's pretty specific; any reason why?

Silly of them, it's actually a lot more fun than normal talking.

And because I can be entirely immune to anything for eight seconds, including potential slips from you! So you don't have to worry about something going wrong.

(Isn't it, though?) Maybe when you have nothing to hide, which is admittedly few and far between.

Ha, well I promise (really!) that I probably won't try to test the limits of that in any way. Probably. Though I don't worry (much) about it regardless. I prune behavioral trees that lead down to actions like that.

Oh, I trust you completely! I mention it only to reassure you that there's nothing to worry about if you let yourself go a little. I think your mind and its touch might get a little interesting if your body is involved. In a good way.

Given what the conversation came up after, I'm sure you already know that's true to a certain extent. After all that buildup you'd better not be a disappointment.

Her tone was teasing and, more than that, filled with amusement.

To see your... unrestrained delight, my lady, I will move mountains.

He was every bit as playful in return, but don't think for a second he didn't mean it. Even if the mountains part was meant in a very naughty euphemistic way.

There was that light laugh again, the one that was rarely heard by ear.

You take these things very seriously, don't you? With all the dedication and perseverance you usually reserve for your job? Impressive to say the least, Mr. Do-Good.

Life's too short to hold back. Every day a new apocalypse is around the corner, so live with all you've got, I say!

That's especially (horrendously) true from where you hail. So then, I'm sure you won't mind joining me for a bit of liquid courage, then? I'll admit, it serves a dual purpose. The overactive, imaginative minds of so many children on the ship makes for a big headache for me.

Of course! "Brewmaster" is also one of my many titles. I'll make sure it's a drink to remember! Or two. Or whatever!

You're going to have to sit down one day and let me know of your many, many (hopefully colorful) titles. I don't think I'm quite satisfied with only one nickname.

I'll work on compiling a list. And see if I can't get you to add 'Oh, WOW' to said list.

Really? And here I would have simply thought you'd want to hear your actual name repeated.

If you can intentionally string together four syllables even with your mind, I'm not doing my job.

That was...actually fairly embarrassing for her to 'hear' but funny all the same.

(Oh my) You're terrible but I'm sure you know that.

She was actually embarrassed by that? That was so cute!

I've got to keep you on your toes, don't I?

Considering the fact that I'll already know what you're going to say if you take even a (teensy) moment to think about it beforehand...I'd certainly say so!

Also, my goal now is to see you blush a lot.

Good to see you have your priorities set in order, then. You were lucky this time because I was caught off-guard. Not every girl gets to be the bashful type of girl, you know.

I like a challenge. And even I can occasionally take up a challenge that doesn't involve not being (eaten) shredded by some elder evil!

Yeah, 'eaten' isn't quiiiite the right word in this context, is it?

Hm...probably not unless they actually do eat you (in a clearly 'consume your soul' type of manner) but it does bring up all kinds of interesting questions about your antediluvian horrors.

Question one, should they be mixed with me hitting on you shamelessly? No!

Too late, though, she'd brought to mind a mental image of Yogg-Saron (http://www.wowwiki.com/Yogg-Saron).

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