Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-37523810-20190106223825/@comment-37843592-20190115081754

“Okay, you know what? Fine, I am Karl. Happy now?” The mentally exhausted man gave her the stink eyes. “Never thought I would lose to an ankle biter, of all things...”

Despite her victory, the doll frowned heavily at his nonchalant backlash as she finger-combed her black braided bun for dust. “My name is not ‘ankle biter’, you daft fuck. It is Faye. A sophisticated name, but I highly doubt a brute like you would know the fine vocabulary that I speak of.”

Karl rolled his eyes in exasperation, “For a pretty mouth you sure spew a lot of shit out of it. I thought you dolls were supposed to be prim and proper? The hell did you even learn that language anyway?”

Faye broke into a high chortle as a black frilled fan appeared in her right hand and opened up covering all but her gray eyes peeking through her bangs, “Ho-ho-ho! What a silly goose you are! Have you already forgotten about all those times you used me as your ‘talking buddy’? My, oh my, the things that come out of your lips!”

“. . .” He narrowed his eyes at Faye and shook his head after a moment of thought. “I guess that one is my fault. Pfft. Well, the damage is done. Now, I got to find a place to hide before someone finds us again.”

“Yes yes. You go do that now. Ack, my dress needs cleaning...”