'Excuse me, pussies only here.' Edy snarks, pointing towards her legs. So what if there's an extra bulge between her legs; Nate is welcome to come and find out that she's still a card-carrying memory of team Puss if he wants to argue the point.
Now, Edy knows what he means. Or at least she thinks she knows what she means. However, she acts like he's just turned his head around backwards and starting making trumpet sounds by tugging on his balls. "You fuckin' what?" She asks, sitting up before swearing adoringly at one of the cats that has taken up residence in the top of her dress. It's fine. It's not like she has tits to fill it up anyhow.
"Yeah man, we're just here shooting the shit about what great fucking weather we're having." Frowning up at him—openly gawking at his missing eye and cringing a bit—Edy returns her stare to his own. "You here to negotiate the trade of that, or what?"
Now, Edy knows what he means. Or at least she thinks she knows what she means. However, she acts like he's just turned his head around backwards and starting making trumpet sounds by tugging on his balls. "You fuckin' what?" She asks, sitting up before swearing adoringly at one of the cats that has taken up residence in the top of her dress. It's fine. It's not like she has tits to fill it up anyhow.
"Yeah man, we're just here shooting the shit about what great fucking weather we're having." Frowning up at him—openly gawking at his missing eye and cringing a bit—Edy returns her stare to his own. "You here to negotiate the trade of that, or what?"
