Post by Tajna Rasha on Nov 18, 2012 19:47:53 GMT -6
"Of course I didn't have ta do all that, Milady. But fuck dat shizzle yo, tha word on tha street is dat I am simply one hell of a butla fo' realz. And what tha fuck sort of butla would I be if I didn't go up of mah way ta ensure dat every last muthafuckin wish a hommie may have is granted?" His gaze was soft n' tha smile gentle as he observed her obvious appreciation of tha white rose yo. Dude response ta his cryptic lyrics turned up ta by like amusing, n' a freshly smoked up interest entered tha ruby-red eyes. Right back up in yo muthafuckin ass. Biatch was certainly mo' intelligent than any human 9 year oldschool child. Judgin from what tha fuck he knew of her so far, from her overall attitude n' personalitizzle; his own suspicions deepened of what tha fuck exactly her ass was. While his stupid-ass guesses was mere ideas, he tended ta be correc' up in his thugged-out assumptions yo. Dude neither liked, nor disliked tha child. If he knew mo' bout her; then like he could muthafuckin grow ta feel a fondnizz fo' her muthafuckin ass. "Yo Ass seem fairly knowledgeable bout flowers ta me, Miss Clara. I be glad yo ass is enjoyin yo ass so far. Yo Ass is ghon be allowed ta stay as long as yo ass need to, Hellsin do not heat itz residentz ta stay and go."
At dat moment, Sebastian wanted not a god damn thang mo' than ta discover what tha fuck tha female was yo. Her demon scent, yet not demon scent, was almost tantalizin ta his muthafuckin ass yo. His curiositizzle of every last muthafuckin muthafucka whoz ass smelled like a demon most likely outdid tha curiositizzle others felt toward his muthafuckin ass. Right back up in yo muthafuckin ass. So, tha fact he was next ta clueless bout her identitizzle was rollin his ass crazy-ass yo. Dude figured her ass was aware dat he was a demon yo, but her ass didn't give a fuck what tha fuck kind he was; and anythang bout his kind at all. Integra had ordered his ass ta not sheezy his dirty ass fo' what tha fuck he truly was up in front of every last muthafuckin muthafucka; but her ass hadn't holla'd anythang ta his ass bout keepin his crazy-ass grill shut when one already knew he was a demon. Perhaps he could bust it ta his thugged-out advantage yo. Dude was genuinely curious bout her, n' his cold-ass thirst fo' knowledge done cooked up his ass willin ta share deetz up in turn. "If yo ass would be so kind, Miss; please follow me." Dude holla'd, turnin ta strutt down tha concrete path; n' expectin her ta follow.
Dude would lead her ta a covered pavilion; a fancy white one which didn't gotz a single spot of filth on tha paint despite it bein outside. Within tha pavilion was laid back cushioned chairs, a few picnic tables, n' even some grills up in case residentz wanted ta spend some time outside n' hold a cookout. Da demon would gesture at Clara ta enta n' take a seat; before goin tha fuck into tha pavilion his dirty ass. "Now then..." Dude fuckin started when her ass was seated, a bright gleam of interest sparklin up in tha depthz of red sea which done cooked up up his wild lil' fuckin eyes. "Yo Ass gotz a basic idea of what tha fuck I am, n' yet mah kindnizz n' pleasantries have caught yo ass unawares; be I correct, biatch? Just as yo ass no diggitizzle have thangs fo' me; I gotz a few of mah own. Right back up in yo muthafuckin ass. So I gotz a proposizzle fo' you, Milady. If yo ass would answer a few of mah thangs; I would be mo' than aiiight ta oblige wit mah own truthful replies ta yo' queries." Dude clasped his stupid-ass gluddd handz behind his back as he stood before her, heels together n' standin straight backed n' proud. "If yo ass accept, then here is mah first question... What exactly is you, Miss, biatch? Yo Ass carry tha mixed scentz of human n' demon; yet tha fire up in dat buildin didn't so much as leave a single burn upon yo' flesh."
At dat moment, Sebastian wanted not a god damn thang mo' than ta discover what tha fuck tha female was yo. Her demon scent, yet not demon scent, was almost tantalizin ta his muthafuckin ass yo. His curiositizzle of every last muthafuckin muthafucka whoz ass smelled like a demon most likely outdid tha curiositizzle others felt toward his muthafuckin ass. Right back up in yo muthafuckin ass. So, tha fact he was next ta clueless bout her identitizzle was rollin his ass crazy-ass yo. Dude figured her ass was aware dat he was a demon yo, but her ass didn't give a fuck what tha fuck kind he was; and anythang bout his kind at all. Integra had ordered his ass ta not sheezy his dirty ass fo' what tha fuck he truly was up in front of every last muthafuckin muthafucka; but her ass hadn't holla'd anythang ta his ass bout keepin his crazy-ass grill shut when one already knew he was a demon. Perhaps he could bust it ta his thugged-out advantage yo. Dude was genuinely curious bout her, n' his cold-ass thirst fo' knowledge done cooked up his ass willin ta share deetz up in turn. "If yo ass would be so kind, Miss; please follow me." Dude holla'd, turnin ta strutt down tha concrete path; n' expectin her ta follow.
Dude would lead her ta a covered pavilion; a fancy white one which didn't gotz a single spot of filth on tha paint despite it bein outside. Within tha pavilion was laid back cushioned chairs, a few picnic tables, n' even some grills up in case residentz wanted ta spend some time outside n' hold a cookout. Da demon would gesture at Clara ta enta n' take a seat; before goin tha fuck into tha pavilion his dirty ass. "Now then..." Dude fuckin started when her ass was seated, a bright gleam of interest sparklin up in tha depthz of red sea which done cooked up up his wild lil' fuckin eyes. "Yo Ass gotz a basic idea of what tha fuck I am, n' yet mah kindnizz n' pleasantries have caught yo ass unawares; be I correct, biatch? Just as yo ass no diggitizzle have thangs fo' me; I gotz a few of mah own. Right back up in yo muthafuckin ass. So I gotz a proposizzle fo' you, Milady. If yo ass would answer a few of mah thangs; I would be mo' than aiiight ta oblige wit mah own truthful replies ta yo' queries." Dude clasped his stupid-ass gluddd handz behind his back as he stood before her, heels together n' standin straight backed n' proud. "If yo ass accept, then here is mah first question... What exactly is you, Miss, biatch? Yo Ass carry tha mixed scentz of human n' demon; yet tha fire up in dat buildin didn't so much as leave a single burn upon yo' flesh."
