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Getting to know the staff better...the Issei way

Issei paused in front of the room belonging to the two maids he had come to see. HE could hear them chatting idly beyond the door. No sexy sounds either coming out so it seemed he would not be ruining any intimate moments they might be having so there was that to be thankful for. With a deep inhale he raised his hand and knocked.

About the Dogma re-release

Yeah I'm pumped for my movie going up again! I know you are too. Crazy that it has been 25 years already! Maybe it'll bring out some of the other peeps too. I'd like to see Bartleby again.

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Medusa squirmed again. Something that was obvious enough for a normal person, even more obvious when you were eight feet tall, and a downright embarrassing bundle of motion when it went all the way through her coils too. She was sunning herself on the roof, enjoying the last warm days as autumn took hold, but daydreaming had turned erotic very quickly. Which had turned into a hard-on. Which had turned into her trying not to pop. There was no reason she shouldn't, gods knew she fapped plenty in her human body. But spontaneously creaming herself over so idle thoughts of nobody in particular seemed just a bit too embarrassing.

Distracted by distracting herself from her thoughts, she didn't notice anyone had joined her until she heard the doors close. Well, no point covering up now. She was wearing one of the huge shirts she used as casual clothes in the form, so nothing was immediately visible, but there was a twitching bump in the front of it that made her current state rather impossible to ignore.

"Sorry," she mumbled. Anyone looking at her might wonder why her girlfriend wasn't helping her out, at least.

Ancient canon with an ancient antihero

Well, here we are then.

[He sighs, sitting down, reaching into his pack to pull out an apple and a knife. Quietly, he starts to cut away a slice.]

'Course, that assumes you have any idea what you're doing. No offense, nice to be out and walking under the sun, see. Just been under enough stupid officers and stepped in enough cack to be a bit cautious, me.

[A grin, and he crunches down on a slice.]

If you do know what you're doing, then it's going to be a time of it, and no mistake. Speaking of which: drink. Could do with some. Talking all friendly is better over a mug, eh? Maybe the company of a nice woman after. Or the opposite - either way 'round works. Bet on some dice, leastways if I'm likely to win thanks to your, uh, efforts on my behalf...?

After that, well. It's a busy old life. Let's get about it.

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Zero Two being in the gym voluntarily on her own time was a little unusual. She was dressed not to stick out, though, wearing a tank top and gym shorts of her own and hair up in a ponytail as she sat up on a balance bar, feel kicking in the air. It would have been a charming and cute picture, if not for the obvious futa hard-on giving away why she was here - scoping out gym babes to see who she might get to bang. Being quite so overt with one's leering was a bit impolite even at St. Ashmiel's, but Zero Two was keeping to herself, just rubbing her tent now and then as she watched the hot bodies around her. Besides, nutting to finish a set was almost a tradition here, and plenty of people were bold enough to finish the job in public before heading for the showers.

By now Zero Two had her eyes on one pair in particular, and they'd probably noticed they were being watched. But bother were determined to finish they exercises before acknowledging her, it seemed.