[It's extremely hard for Perona not to laugh, smothering her wicked chuckles behind her hand. This fan-fucking-tastic! Smoker is going to be her servant! He's listening to the orders she gives him and--...okay, wow, that is the scariest smile she's ever seen and sends chills up her spine, but she shakes the image out of her head soon enough.
Bwahahaa, he's even calling her by a title! This is the best day of her life! This makes up for her bad luck, tenfold! As Perona watches Smoker drag himself to her bathroom to warm up her shower, she squeezes her eyes shut and grins wide behind her hands, quietly giggling and hopping up and down in place. Once she's done with that, she lifts her head up with the happiest of smiles and follows after Smoker with a pleasant little hum. The hiss of the shower is like music to her ears, and he heads right on into the bathroom as Smoker exits it, giving him no thanks at all, just a triumphant little smirk.
You are hers, and she is going to use and abuse you, Vice Admiral. And she is going to love doing so.]
Try not to get any ash on the floor, Smoke-kun... [She indicates his cigar.] And I don't want my apartment smelling like smoke...finish that up quickly. If you do a good job and complete all your tasks before I'm finished, you can have another, but open the window and smoke there.
[See? She's not completely black-hearted! ...Mostly because she knows taking away his cigars would really mean death, but whatever. Perona doesn't want her apartment smelling like him, so if he has to smoke, he can do it at the window, or outside!
She closes the bathroom door behind her and lets Smoker to his business (or really his jobs), though after about ten minutes or so, a single hollow ghost peeks its head from the bathroom wall and looks around for the marine. She doesn't trust him enough to leave him by himself without keeping an eye on him, and her hollow is just the one to do such, floating around above him to monitor his activities.]
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Bwahahaa, he's even calling her by a title! This is the best day of her life! This makes up for her bad luck, tenfold! As Perona watches Smoker drag himself to her bathroom to warm up her shower, she squeezes her eyes shut and grins wide behind her hands, quietly giggling and hopping up and down in place. Once she's done with that, she lifts her head up with the happiest of smiles and follows after Smoker with a pleasant little hum. The hiss of the shower is like music to her ears, and he heads right on into the bathroom as Smoker exits it, giving him no thanks at all, just a triumphant little smirk.
You are hers, and she is going to use and abuse you, Vice Admiral. And she is going to love doing so.]
Try not to get any ash on the floor, Smoke-kun... [She indicates his cigar.] And I don't want my apartment smelling like smoke...finish that up quickly. If you do a good job and complete all your tasks before I'm finished, you can have another, but open the window and smoke there.
[See? She's not completely black-hearted! ...Mostly because she knows taking away his cigars would really mean death, but whatever. Perona doesn't want her apartment smelling like him, so if he has to smoke, he can do it at the window, or outside!
She closes the bathroom door behind her and lets Smoker to his business (or really his jobs), though after about ten minutes or so, a single hollow ghost peeks its head from the bathroom wall and looks around for the marine. She doesn't trust him enough to leave him by himself without keeping an eye on him, and her hollow is just the one to do such, floating around above him to monitor his activities.]