She had no idea what was going through Anselm's head, but her own was drifting off to strange places as well. Distant memories of the forest she had grown up in and what it had felt like to be young. She wished she could be a pup again, it would be so nice to be ignorant of all the horrible things in the world and to not have to worry about anything and everything. Now, what would be really cool would be if she could transform back into a pup and play with her own children. The thought was wholly confusing and wrong while being wonderful and amazing at the same time. It would be great to run around and play with her kids on their level and yet it would be so weird because she would still be their mother. She wondered what they would think of such a notion. Of all her kids she thought Gotham would find it the most intriguing after they had spent that afternoon coming up with myths about how the world worked. It'd be fun to roll around and wrestle with her son as she had with her brother when they were small.
Unknowingly Savina had gotten so wrapped up in her own fantasies that she had almost forgot she had said anything to Anselm until he started laughing like a hyena. His sudden outburst startled her and she jumped and looked at him like he was insane. Though quickly the idea of him being insane was gone as she couldn't help but start laughing hysterically herself. Tears came to her emerald eyes and she doubled over on the couch, the garage filled with their ridiculous laughter. When he spoke again she tried to calm her giggles as she looked back to him, wiping the tears away from her eyes. "Huh? What'd I do? What kinda idea?" Was it like the idea she had had, about reverting back to a puppy? That would be sooooo weird if Anselm had been thinking the same thing! "I bet you were a cute puppy," she stated equally as out of the blue, the wide silly grin still on her face.
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@&$It took all the self-control he could muster to turn his raucous guffaws into restrained little giggles, though his efforts were not aided by her own hysterical laughter. For some time he feared they might get stuck in an ecstatic infinite loop, although eventually the aching of his diaphragm and his need for a solid breath of air kindly interfered and snapped him out of it. "Those big jugs!" he exclaimed excitedly, though his ears fell back and his eyes grew wide when he realised how short-sighted this statement was to make; while not necessarily intentional, the double entendre was hardly subtle. Her little interjection did nothing to help him reel his mind out from the gutter, and coupled with the omnipresent sexual tension between the two, he couldn't help but squeak out a nervous giggle. @&$The sound was utterly peculiar, completely unlike any he'd ever made before in life. This--naturally--brought on another bout of rowdy laughter, and he shook his head violently as he tried to assert his innocence. He lifted his hands and made to shape out one of the large water jugs in the air, although this didn't necessarily help--his wild gesticulation could've easily represented the feminine form as much as a stupid water cooler. "You, uh, like put 'em upside down, 'n it'd be very nice," he explained, too stoned to realise if he just mentioned that they were used for water distribution he'd probably be fine. "Oh man!" he yipped, tone lifting irregularly and arms flailing as he awkwardly repositioned himself on his end of the couch and mentally beat his brain into spitting out something that might make sense. @&$"For water, I mean! I wouldn't need to go to the stream so much," he concluded, thoroughly exhausted. What was all that about? (As if he didn't know; he'd always found her extremely attractive, and the drug didn't make it any easier to hide this fact.) He could not lift his gaze to look at her any longer, and with an intense frown he grasped at the bowl and took another deep hit. Surely that would help. mall-caps;font-weight:bold;text-align:right; border-top:1px solid #AB360D">SoSuWriMo +355
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@&$His eyes were drawn to the movement (as most animals' were) and as she began to gently fondle her breasts they grew wider than ever--it was remarkable, really, that they didn't pop out of his head entirely. He shifted uncomfortably in his seat and despite the chilly temperatures inside the garage, he managed to feel hot. "Not that those aren't lovely, but that's not quite what I meant," he whimpered softly, violently jerking his gaze away and focusing on the small pipe. As he exhaled and squinted into the smoke, she continued to ramble on--despite the innocence of her tone, it was fairly obvious that her mind had dipped further south as well. @&$By the time she reached out to gently touch his arm, he lost it. He squirmed around, crossing his legs and searching the garage in a panic. With a deep breath, as he placed the pipe down on the table--he hoped that the slight tremor was only in his head. He was confident the woman hadn't intended for this to happen, and though it would be all too easy to let things slip downhill, a remarkable surge of self control found him on unsteady feet. He peered at her sharply, though his gaze was not unkind. He stuck to looking at her face alone--her beautiful, concerned face and the smile he offered felt awful. @&$"Savina, I have to go for a sec. I'll be back in less than fifteen minutes. You'll be okay here until then, right?" he asked hopefully, giving her less than half a second to respond before slipping out the side door and heading around to the back. Once there, he leaned lightly against the structure and closed his eyes. By the time he found his way back inside, he could put on a casual smile. He hurriedly picked up one of the towels and wiped his hand off on it before tossing aside to the floor to be washed later. He plopped back down in his original seat and beamed a winning grin--he was now much more relaxed. "Sorry 'bout that, eh? What were we talking about again?" he implored her, his bloodshot, half-lidded gaze betraying--despite his moment of clarity--he was still completely twisted. mall-caps;font-weight:bold;text-align:right; border-top:1px solid #AB360D">SoSuWriMo +378
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