No, you don't, but I reckon it makes a lot of shit way easier. Especially kids, Jesus Christ. I never really had much opinion on havin' kids except that I'd rather kill myself than be a single mom.
[ She does come from a background where being a single mom is not just supposed to be a shameful thing (save for widowhood), but also just logistically and financially a nightmare. Her own parents got married and were miserable rather than either of them try to parent on their own, and honestly, it still seems like the preferable option to her.
The narwhal makes a squealing sound, which Julie is not entirely sure is accurate, then takes off into the water, followed by Mat's... creature. It cannot be named, it's so odd. But it does seem like the two will be friends, which is probably the best case scenario.
Rolling her eyes and snorting, Julie glances over at him. If she had a nickel for every time she has been propositioned in this exact way, she would have two nickels -- which isn't a lot, but isn't it weird that it's happened twice? It's not that she thinks it odd for them to offer her sex (she does, after all, own mirrors), but it is a little unfamiliar for that offer to come in the same way they might pass her a business card. "Expert fucker, no strings attached, call 1-800-FUCK-NOW ext 8". The world and men she's used to generally requires a little more cat-and-mouse before that's considered a chill thing to do.
But she's also not someone who gives much of a shit about that kind of thing. For a second, she considers what time it must be in the real world, and what chores she needs to accomplish today, then decides she has an hour and is willing to sit on this particular face for a while. ]
Yeah sure, c'mon. [ Without waiting for him, she turns on her heel and heads toward his little manor house, tells Duke to go home without her. ] You can show me your weird fuck attic. Which, by the way, is only a little better than a fuck basement. They're both kinda serial killer-y, but whatever. I can definitely kick your ass, so I'm good.
[ Like it's not a psychic plane she can snap out of at any time. It's good for him to know either way. She doesn't look back when she raises her voice, heels clicking on the stones. ] I only have like an hour, chop-chop honey!
wrap?
[ She does come from a background where being a single mom is not just supposed to be a shameful thing (save for widowhood), but also just logistically and financially a nightmare. Her own parents got married and were miserable rather than either of them try to parent on their own, and honestly, it still seems like the preferable option to her.
The narwhal makes a squealing sound, which Julie is not entirely sure is accurate, then takes off into the water, followed by Mat's... creature. It cannot be named, it's so odd. But it does seem like the two will be friends, which is probably the best case scenario.
Rolling her eyes and snorting, Julie glances over at him. If she had a nickel for every time she has been propositioned in this exact way, she would have two nickels -- which isn't a lot, but isn't it weird that it's happened twice? It's not that she thinks it odd for them to offer her sex (she does, after all, own mirrors), but it is a little unfamiliar for that offer to come in the same way they might pass her a business card. "Expert fucker, no strings attached, call 1-800-FUCK-NOW ext 8". The world and men she's used to generally requires a little more cat-and-mouse before that's considered a chill thing to do.
But she's also not someone who gives much of a shit about that kind of thing. For a second, she considers what time it must be in the real world, and what chores she needs to accomplish today, then decides she has an hour and is willing to sit on this particular face for a while. ]
Yeah sure, c'mon. [ Without waiting for him, she turns on her heel and heads toward his little manor house, tells Duke to go home without her. ] You can show me your weird fuck attic. Which, by the way, is only a little better than a fuck basement. They're both kinda serial killer-y, but whatever. I can definitely kick your ass, so I'm good.
[ Like it's not a psychic plane she can snap out of at any time. It's good for him to know either way. She doesn't look back when she raises her voice, heels clicking on the stones. ] I only have like an hour, chop-chop honey!
[ Congrats, Mat. ]