You’ve had thousands of years to learn how to tell half the truth, Puck. *shakes head* What am I going to do with you?
That’s true. *tilts head* But there’s still the fact that I am unable to lie. If I tell you something, you can’t just assume I’m lying because, even if it’s not the whole truth, it’s still more than a lie.
Tell me something true. *tell me something so I don’t have to keep looking at you*
You’ve had thousands of years to learn how to tell half the truth, Puck. *shakes head* What am I going to do with you?
*cocks eyebrow*
Can’t live without me, hey? *grins*
Arrogant fey. *sticks tongue out* I just got bored, that’s all.
I know I’m irresistible, but you are in no way fit to be bedded right now.
*twines herself around him* You don’t need to feel guilty. Why would you feel guilty? Please, Puck, please.
Because you’re not in your right mind… *frowns* I mean, I’m not the most moral guy out there, but I can’t take advantage of a girl on aphrodisiacs.
Is that what that was? It doesn’t matter, though, Puck, please. It’s not taking advantage. I want it. *slides her hands under his shirt*
I know I’m irresistible, but you are in no way fit to be bedded right now.
Why not? I’m cute and young and willing and sweet, I promise I won’t bite, please?
*pauses, considers…… shakes head* I’d feel too guilty.
*twines herself around him* You don’t need to feel guilty. Why would you feel guilty? Please, Puck, please.
I know I’m irresistible, but you are in no way fit to be bedded right now.
Why not? I’m cute and young and willing and sweet, I promise I won’t bite, please?
I — different to what? Good, bad?
Good. It’s a good smell, but that doesn’t mean it’s a good different. *shrugs*
I’m going to go with that’s not helpful or informative at /all/. What do I smell /like/, then?
Uh? What do you mean? You mean, about the empathy?
You smell different.
I — different to what? Good, bad?
*laughs helplessly* Yep, I can tell.
Why the fuck are you so cute*grins* Good.
Anyway, dear Summer, what are you, exactly?
Uh? What do you mean? You mean, about the empathy?
*wryly* I’ve read his writing, of course he was odd. *studies her hands* You’re not odd, you’re fey. It’s not the same.
I’m still odd for a fey. Which means I’m super odd, because fey are pretty odd in and of themselves. *grins* And proud of it, mind you.
*laughs helplessly* Yep, I can tell.
Why the fuck are you so cute