[ DRAFT 19 ] 4th wall day

[metharchy]

Keep the damage to the boat to a minimum and no one will lose any body parts.

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[smelllikeaman.livejournal.com]

[Maybe he will~]

What's in your hand, hm?

[metharchy.livejournal.com]

My hand...?

[She looks down at her hand, which had been holding a hammer.

But now...]

[smelllikeaman.livejournal.com]

It's an oyster with two tickets to that thing you love!

[metharchy.livejournal.com]

[GASP! Two tickets to that thing she loves?

You are quickly rising on her list of people she doesn't want to dismember, and so quickly!

Meth gives him a pleased smirk.]

Well aren't you generous.

[smelllikeaman.livejournal.com]

I do try.

[Since it's two tickets to the thing she loves... what would you say?]

[metharchy.livejournal.com]

[Why yes, there are two tickets to that thing she loves.]

I assume this second ticket is for the man my man could smell like?

[smelllikeaman.livejournal.com]

Only if your man doesn't smell like the man your man could smell like.

[metharchy.livejournal.com]

...

And do you smell like the man my man could smell like?

[smelllikeaman.livejournal.com]

I don't know. Care to smell for yourself?

[metharchy.livejournal.com]

Why yes, I think I would.

[She steps closer, oh so entertained by this conversation. After leaning in, Meth breaths in deeply, taking in the scent of Old Spice.

He smells...

...like a man.

And rockets.

A billion bucks.]

Not bad.

[smelllikeaman.livejournal.com]

[He just stands and lets her smell him. He is the man, after all.]

Like it?

[metharchy.livejournal.com]

Does it matter if I do or not?

[She does of course. But Meth doesn't play into any man's hands easily.

Never.]