Ever met someone you feel like this about?

“The first time I saw them, I don’t know, I just wanted to kick their arse. I wanted to build a machine to kick their arse. I wanted to found an empire to house the machine to kick their arse!” – RecklessPrudence

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Rael briefly considered the effort that all that would take. “So… you think you may be in love with Hwell Barrow?”

She boggled at him. “Ye think I swallowed all o’ that pseudo romantic crap aboot attraction through repulsion? I know what real love is, thanks.”

He breathed a sigh of relief. “Good. I was worried I may have to escort you to a therapist.”

“Na, I’ll stay out o’ th’ red light district, all the same.”

He merely rolled his eyes about ancient Terran sex taboos. It was the 25th century - by her calendar - not the twentieth. “So you merely funnel all that aggression into elaborate pranks?”

“Eh… more like try tae discourage him from steppin’ up his game.”

Rael tried not to flounder, now that he’d suddenly discovered the deep end of the conversation. “Stepping… up?”

“The man’s a born shagger. I’m no’ goin’ tae be another notch on ‘is belt.”

This session was going to take more time than he had planned.

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