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stalkerabby ([info]stalkerabby) wrote in [info]pandemansion,
The Exorcist? That was an interesting movie to watch, she didn't care who you were. Something bigger and badder than a vampire that could live in a human body, yeah. That was cool. Not that she was ever going to be ok with demons. If there were any. The hybrids were enough to handle, they were fun, they were killable. If there were demons to be fought after they got control over the hybrids then...well she'd have to turn into a nun. And Hannibal, she smirked at that thought. Some priest he would make. All the popes ever holding office would roll in their graves for sure.

"You'd like it King. You've always liked it." She smirked right back at him. So she took it easy, for now. If she kept going the way she did, it would turn into a tussle. Knowing Hannibal, a tussle would turn into something else. Then again, maybe he had already broke in the mansion and didn't need that fulfilled.

"I have a deranged imagination?" Abby raised a brow at him and shook her head. "You're the one that has wet dreams," she smirked, "over some bunny." She would really have to watch herself. She was wet, her feet were wet, that made for bad grip. Hannibal was a big guy, and he was tough. It was always hard to take him down, hence why she liked sparring with him every chance that she could get. He was tougher than most vamps.

Abby watched him and smiled, "Don't think too hard, King." She waved the air around him. "Smoking too much. I'm sure the...what was it? Cosmic forces? Won't like you smoking up their...mansion." She looked around the place a little and shook her head. "Weird." She muttered and lifted her shoulders. "At least I have all my weapons in case something nasty this way comes." She looked back at him, "Then again, it's already here."

Giving him a grin she rubbed her hands together, "Right. So play while you play, or try to." She waggled her brows, "I bet I can get more of your women interested in me than you can." She snorted and then shook her head, pointing at him, "Don't even."

Watching him throw out his arms she slowly moved toward him. A plan forming, she smiled sweetly. "Oh yes, I missed you. You were gone for two days and it's that horny time of the month for me." She stepped into his arm, wrapping hers around him. Nipping at his ear lobe she frisked him, slapping his ass then smacking him lightly on the cheek. Stepping away quickly she took on a defending stance with a smirk, bouncing on the balls of her feet.


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