Its not like I didn't make my intentions perfectly clear. Its not like I didn't almost throw my back out stretching all sexy and cute. Its not like I could have sounded any more enticing without mumbling where I was going with his peenor in my mouth.

Its not like he's coming, is it?

Its that damn Xbox, thats what it is. Granted, I was up till 4am rolling civilization into gravity defying balls of hydronized flamming fun. But still, he could have at least taken the hint. I bet its that cube. I mean, hows a girl to compete? Hell, how WOULD a girl compete with a cube. Its not like I could gain or lose weight in square-like shapes.

Bah, he'll come, after making me wait a half hour, toes all wrinkled to hell, half the day spent. He'll come and stub his toe on that slightly upraised fourth plank, and find a splinter has rammed itself into some awkward location. I'll be so pissed that I won't even care, tail all curled up, cheeks red and arms over my chest.

...And then he'll touch me, and I'll forgive everything.

God, I'm such a putz. Hurry up already, there's only so much solitary frolick a girl can stand. That and I think I've located a splinter somewhere terribly awkward.

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A gift for Miw who still OCs and chats with me after all these years.

I tried to capture the idea of someone pretending to frolick while their mind was quite definitely somewhere else. Having that sort of "no-fun" that magically transforms INTO fun, the moment our friends or loved ones are near. I also kept it a little messy, remembering something Cheesy Weapon had once yelled at me about destroying all my "pretty" lines.

At any rate, there you go Miw ^,^