She wouldn't shut up. :|

[pulselancer]

Well, alright now.

[In strolls a dark-haired woman, looking the main room over very carefully as she goes, though it seems like nothing more than a passive, disinterested glance at her surroundings. She stops in the center, one hand on her hip, and sighs.]

I'm here. You asked, I came. So what now? Somethin' in it for me?

[She flops backwards into a rather comfy looking overstuffed leather armchair, crossing her legs and drumming her fingertips against the armrests.]

Besides the comfy furniture, I mean.

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[pulselancer]

And the rest of the time?

[pyroantics.livejournal.com]

I do what I want.

[pulselancer]

Completely? No strings attached? Best way to live.

[pyroantics.livejournal.com]

I wouldn't say that. Everyone has strings attached somewhere. But as long as I do what I'm told, I get to go out and play afterward. [He shrugs.] There's something in it for me, so it's not like I'm being forced to.

[pulselancer]

And here I was, thinkin' you had all the freedom in the world. I was about to be even more impressed [She shrugs~] Oh well, it's probably close enough.

[pyroantics.livejournal.com]

[Axel almost looks hurt for a moment.]

Is that how you live your life, Fang? Free as a bird? I'm jealous.

[pulselancer]

[That wins Axel a very, very dark and humorless laugh. She shakes her head, smirking at him.]

Now, I never said that. I think you've got me beat, If we're bein' honest here.

[pyroantics.livejournal.com]

Aww, that's too bad. A pretty girl like you doesn't deserve to be caged up like a thing.

[pulselancer]

It's a pretty big cage. Short leash, though.

[pyroantics.livejournal.com]

Heh. I've been there before.

... A few times.

[pulselancer]

Sounds like there's a good story behind that.

[pyroantics.livejournal.com]

Heh heh. That's neither here nor there, but... I like listening to other people's stories more than my own voice.

[Sometimes.

... Never.

But she's hot. So he'll listen.]