Genie de la Lune (![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small} wolfinboots) wrote in ![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/community.gif){kind=small} finnigans_rpg, |
"Well, a girl does rather like a bit of smiting when people are idiots, but it doesn't have to be permanent," she said dryly and laughed. She understood his point of view on violence, but a certain amount of physicality was a part of her life that might not seem normal to a pacifist, even if it was a consensual sort -- and she didn't mean sex. "Thanks. The war... yeah. Fucked up a lot of things." She missed her family, she did, though she had mourned a lot for them over the years, especially in not knowing.
She snorted softly. "I don't think it's that much harder, but Devon made me practice forever before he'd bring me in for my license. And you can't splinch yourself doing it, so there's always that." Her eyebrows raised and a smirk graced her features. "Oooh, baby, mmmm," she said and waggled her eyebrows at him. "Only if your friend is as cute as you are." Not that looks were prime in her choices, usually, but it made teasing him so fun. "Because you go fast, and it's fun, and yeah."
Genie raised her eyebrows. "Pink? Really? And it's not against dress code?" she said.
She laughed. "Oh yes. I think that's sort of true of the view of the US government in the Muggle world as well, sadly. I don't know how true it is, but governments will be governments." She regarded him intensely but sought to hide that intensity, seemingly paying attention to her food as well as to him. "Well, they can't get too much worse than here," she said. "It's a shite hand to be dealt, especially since I've heard tell that the numbers are up since the war." She knew it for fact, but she'd die before revealing other weres she knew to be living peacefully to anyone who might do them harm.