yes, that was what was worst for her. a voice post was plotted then, so she could at least vent]
Sometimes, during times like this, I want to treat this place like a personal ad place. Though less about dating and deep meaningful relationships and more about good hard fucks that leave you unable to walk with any dignity at all. [she laughs, briefly amused by her own self] Gods above, that's indecent, I know. Not that I am a decent person. And I can't describe the state I'm in. I'm so very out of it. And irritated. It's not good for me to be like this. It's not good at all. Oh, I can get a maid in here to clean up, to even look after my cats if things don't stop eventually but I am not sure what would happen if I touched someone else with...passionate intentions.
But returning to the so-called ad business, it would end up a bad, bad idea, wouldn't it? Someone assure me of that. True, I don't know enough of you to trust you and not all of you know me well enough to believe I wouldn't rip your spines out and bathe in your blood. So I linger- no, languish is this state, sweetlings. [another laugh, she knows she's being very dramatic] Waiting for this stupidity to pass while simultaneously dreaming of the most effective way to make Khaos regret every single one of her decisions. I even know what I'd start with: a stiletto. [small pause] Not the heel, pets.
Though I can only imagine what Loki would say if he could see all this. But I know exactly what I'd want to do to him when he spoke, that impudent bastard.
[a faint sound of irritation is then made and then in German:] For fuck's sake, the cats are back in the kitchen...
[the post ends]