“Copping a feel, Grue?” Imp mocked, as she let herself half-spin and collapse lengthwise on the couch.

Hehe.

Good, she has a sense of humor that fits with her impy aesthetic. 🙂

“Making sure it isn’t tight enough to cut off her circulation.”

“Ah.  You an expert on that stuff?  I didn’t take you for a bondage freak,” she stretched.

Ahaha! I like this girl so far.

I mean he does wear a lot of leather… 😉

He sighed, “Just get the generator.”

“I just lay down.”

“So stand up and then get the generator,” he ordered.

THEN FIRE ZE MISSILES!!

She made a show of slowly standing and, with exaggerated motions, dragging herself over to the box Tattletale had brought.

Between the half-spin and this, she seems kinda dramatic. I like it.

She retrieved a black plastic portable generator that wasn’t much bigger than a microwave oven.  She acted like it was ten times heavier than it was as she hauled it over toward the spot where Sophia sat.

As I was saying 😛

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