Rimechapel
Duke
Inner Sanctum Nobility
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"Oh f1ck~" came the somewhat metallic but oddly sultry, velvety voice from the vox collar around the startlingly tall insectoid's thorax.
"Saints on a stick, Miriam," grumbled the comparatively shorter - but not short - human. He was an athletic man, perhaps in his thirties, with a cheap vaporizer stick clenched between his left canine teeth. The vaporizer, billowing ochre, fragrant clouds of cinnamon and solacefruit, showed considerable signs of stress around the end in his mouth. "What're you bitchin' 'bout now?"
"Zane, I am out of daisies~" Miriam said in a seductive way, although the fretting gestures of four of her six limbs suggested there was not any seduction occurring.
"I swear on the bloody body of the bleedin' blighted bastard we butchered last week if this is a joke about you gettin' deflowered...." Zane growled, the calming clouds of his vice tumbling from his mouth potentially being the only things keeping him in check at the moment.
"Noo~" Miriam - or her vox collar, at least - moaned, much the way someone in a porno might say 'yes.'
"And why in the plague d'you sound like some filthy bedswerver right now?" Zane said, shaking his head at Miriam and throwing his arms wide for a second before letting them flop to his sides.
"Ohh~ I like this word, bedswerver," Miriam cooed, leaning forward and making fastidious, greedy little movements with her four fastidious, clawed hands. "What does bedswerver mean? Is it a derisive term involving mammalian reproduction? These are my favorites and I love to say them because they sound the most like bad words."
"Ehh... it means... 'slut,' or 'whore,' or 'berthwrecker' or some shit," Zane said, momentarily distracted. "But hey, seriously, what's the deal with your damn go se vox?"
"It is stuck," Miriam said.
"Stuck... how?" Zane said, raising an eyebrow skeptically.
"I was changing my freshly cut dandelions out of it," Miriam said in a breathy, metallic way, like how a woman might tell a man to come to bed.
"... What's that got to do with your luh-suh vox!?"
"Latex," Miriam said simply.
Zane stared at her, waiting for an explanation.
"Dandelions drip latex," Miriam moaned in a sultry, pouty way.
Zane shot her an incredulous look. "You got ruttin' humpin' flower sap in the gorram vox!?"
"F2ck," Miriam gasped.
"Goramit Miriam!" Zane scolded.
"Zane is angry," Miriam cooed, as though this were a good thing, but she began pacing the room in agitation. "F3ck--"
"Shun-SHENG duh gao-WAHN...."
"--f4ck, f5ck, f6ck--"
"What are you--"
"--f7ck, f8ck, f9ck--"
"--doin' now?" Zane asked, genuinely confused more than angry.
"--f0ck -- it is stuck in f1ck mode! -- f2ck, f3ck, f4ck--"
"Ohh slap me on all sixes and call me a pilgrim!" Zane groaned, running a hand through his short black hair. "First you get Go tsao de sap in Shiong mao niao electronics, now you literally get it stuck saying some pi gu math curse word? Hell." He laughed despite himself, then buried his head in his hand and grumbled. "Tai-kong suo-yo duh shing-chiou sai-jin wuh duh pee-goo."
"--f0c//#HREF/SAFEWORDVALIDATE=TRUE," Miriam beeped. "Ohh~ you fixed it~"
"Bullshit. Then why d'you sound like a horny borged out chwen?" Zane asked dryly, unimpressed.
Miriam blinked her many compound eyes at him one at a time, a dizzying thing for most species to look upon. After several moments of awkward quiet, she finally cooed, "... I will dry my flowers from now on, before I wear them in my vox collar."
Zane glared at Miriam, his jaw flexing while his temples throbbed. There was a soft crunch as the vaporizer stick between his teeth finally gave way, and he sighed. ".... Fuck."
Profanity citation: https://www.toplessrobot.com/2010/11/fireflys_15_best_uses_of_chinese_profanity.php
"Saints on a stick, Miriam," grumbled the comparatively shorter - but not short - human. He was an athletic man, perhaps in his thirties, with a cheap vaporizer stick clenched between his left canine teeth. The vaporizer, billowing ochre, fragrant clouds of cinnamon and solacefruit, showed considerable signs of stress around the end in his mouth. "What're you bitchin' 'bout now?"
"Zane, I am out of daisies~" Miriam said in a seductive way, although the fretting gestures of four of her six limbs suggested there was not any seduction occurring.
"I swear on the bloody body of the bleedin' blighted bastard we butchered last week if this is a joke about you gettin' deflowered...." Zane growled, the calming clouds of his vice tumbling from his mouth potentially being the only things keeping him in check at the moment.
"Noo~" Miriam - or her vox collar, at least - moaned, much the way someone in a porno might say 'yes.'
"And why in the plague d'you sound like some filthy bedswerver right now?" Zane said, shaking his head at Miriam and throwing his arms wide for a second before letting them flop to his sides.
"Ohh~ I like this word, bedswerver," Miriam cooed, leaning forward and making fastidious, greedy little movements with her four fastidious, clawed hands. "What does bedswerver mean? Is it a derisive term involving mammalian reproduction? These are my favorites and I love to say them because they sound the most like bad words."
"Ehh... it means... 'slut,' or 'whore,' or 'berthwrecker' or some shit," Zane said, momentarily distracted. "But hey, seriously, what's the deal with your damn go se vox?"
"It is stuck," Miriam said.
"Stuck... how?" Zane said, raising an eyebrow skeptically.
"I was changing my freshly cut dandelions out of it," Miriam said in a breathy, metallic way, like how a woman might tell a man to come to bed.
"... What's that got to do with your luh-suh vox!?"
"Latex," Miriam said simply.
Zane stared at her, waiting for an explanation.
"Dandelions drip latex," Miriam moaned in a sultry, pouty way.
Zane shot her an incredulous look. "You got ruttin' humpin' flower sap in the gorram vox!?"
"F2ck," Miriam gasped.
"Goramit Miriam!" Zane scolded.
"Zane is angry," Miriam cooed, as though this were a good thing, but she began pacing the room in agitation. "F3ck--"
"Shun-SHENG duh gao-WAHN...."
"--f4ck, f5ck, f6ck--"
"What are you--"
"--f7ck, f8ck, f9ck--"
"--doin' now?" Zane asked, genuinely confused more than angry.
"--f0ck -- it is stuck in f1ck mode! -- f2ck, f3ck, f4ck--"
"Ohh slap me on all sixes and call me a pilgrim!" Zane groaned, running a hand through his short black hair. "First you get Go tsao de sap in Shiong mao niao electronics, now you literally get it stuck saying some pi gu math curse word? Hell." He laughed despite himself, then buried his head in his hand and grumbled. "Tai-kong suo-yo duh shing-chiou sai-jin wuh duh pee-goo."
"--f0c//#HREF/SAFEWORDVALIDATE=TRUE," Miriam beeped. "Ohh~ you fixed it~"
"Bullshit. Then why d'you sound like a horny borged out chwen?" Zane asked dryly, unimpressed.
Miriam blinked her many compound eyes at him one at a time, a dizzying thing for most species to look upon. After several moments of awkward quiet, she finally cooed, "... I will dry my flowers from now on, before I wear them in my vox collar."
Zane glared at Miriam, his jaw flexing while his temples throbbed. There was a soft crunch as the vaporizer stick between his teeth finally gave way, and he sighed. ".... Fuck."
Profanity citation: https://www.toplessrobot.com/2010/11/fireflys_15_best_uses_of_chinese_profanity.php