EDREI
The fuck is absolutely correct.
Edy had been hoping that the Wraith would slam the door open and strut out wearing a towel and one of those swimming-caps. Maybe with a razor in her hand and some suds on her ass for good measure. ("But Edy, Ascended don't—" shut the fuck up, this is her fantasy). She'd even have settled for her coming out in some oversized sweater and leggings looking cottage-core chic. What she got was some shiny bit of metal busting through the door and spoiling her hard work.
"Ay! That's Wessex's house!" She croaks angrily, not minding the flecks of piss or the puddle developing in front of the door. "Get the fuck outta there, you!" Of course the information Edy was working off of was very old (the board description said W lived in the cellar), and even though she was pissed off at her former friend, that didn't mean she'd let some shiny cocksucker ransack the place and ruin her perfectly age-appropriate prank.
Edy had been hoping that the Wraith would slam the door open and strut out wearing a towel and one of those swimming-caps. Maybe with a razor in her hand and some suds on her ass for good measure. ("But Edy, Ascended don't—" shut the fuck up, this is her fantasy). She'd even have settled for her coming out in some oversized sweater and leggings looking cottage-core chic. What she got was some shiny bit of metal busting through the door and spoiling her hard work.
"Ay! That's Wessex's house!" She croaks angrily, not minding the flecks of piss or the puddle developing in front of the door. "Get the fuck outta there, you!" Of course the information Edy was working off of was very old (
"Go fuck yourself."
"Fuck me yourself, you coward."
"Fuck me yourself, you coward."
