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[molotov]

[So, back at the beginning of the month, Molotov and Brock discussed the fact that his cabin needs a bearskin rug.

Well, like any good consumer, Molotov has decided that she needs to weigh the options properly. But a little input from others never hurt, so she asks the journal.]

I cannot decide on a color. Tell me, what looks best on a rug: black or brown? It also appears that a light tan is an option, but it might not look appropriate in all seasons.

[And then there is some roaring in the background. This is because Molotov is currently standing on the front lawn, surrounded by bears. Just a whole bunch of bears. Grizzlies, black bears, honey bears. There's even a polar bear, though Molotov seems to not be considering that one as a rug, so much as a pet. All of the bears are chained to the ground, and they have muzzles, and Molotov seems to think that makes them safe enough to be petting as she feels their different fur qualities.]

Is anyone here an interior designer? I have a feeling that the largest size available might not be the best option as far as decor goes...


[ OOC: Open! Everyone is free to come and play with/be mauled by Molotov's collection of bears. ]

Comments

[icarustattoo.livejournal.com]

"Your specifications." How specific are your specifications?

[molotov]

Worried you cannot meet them?

[icarustattoo.livejournal.com]

[Eyeroll!] Don't be stupid. I just want to know what I'm agreeing to before I ... uh, agree to it.

[molotov]

What do you think I would be having you do that you cannot?

[icarustattoo.livejournal.com]

[Squint ... and then he squeezes her ass a little. No reason. It's just there.]

I don't know. But you're being awful cagey, Mol.

[molotov]

No more than usual. You are the one who is being ridiculous.

[And then she tilts up to sweep her tongue along his ear.]

[icarustattoo.livejournal.com]

[DANGER DANGER DANGER

no I'm kidding, he just decides to avoid the rest of this conversation and bends down to kiss her hard.]

[molotov]

[This works for Molotov, as it means she will get exactly what she wants! Yayyyy hooray!

She kisses back, smiling and making pleased noises.]

[icarustattoo.livejournal.com]

[No it doesn't, no it doesn't! It just means Brock got distracted by making out, that's all!! Damn.

Brock keeps his hands at her ass, eventually lifting her up in the air.]

[molotov]

[Molotov wraps her legs around Brock's waist as he lifts her, but pulls away from his mouth to press her forehead to his instead.]

So you will help?

[icarustattoo.livejournal.com]

[Brock just looks annoyed that she'd stopped kissing him, because what the hell, lady. What the hell! That's rude.]

Explain what I'm doing again. Building fences, wrangling bears ... [subtle ass squeeze] Any other duties?

[molotov]

Viewing areas, a room that I can somehow make temperature controlled for Rykov. A front gate. Anything else that comes up, depending on where I put the reserve.

[icarustattoo.livejournal.com]

[lady, no, he's squeezing your buns ... you're supposed to flirt with him, jeez louise.]

Oh. Okay. [sure does sound sexy, molotov :|]

[molotov]

[Oh, get over.]

Da. And anything I can come up with that you are particularly suited for.

[icarustattoo.livejournal.com]

[WAIT, THAT SOUNDS PROMISING]

Like ...?

[molotov]

I am sure I will come up with something.

[icarustattoo.livejournal.com]

[Brock will come up with something too. If you know what I mean.]

Hmm. Alright. [And he just moves in for more kissing. Less talky, more kissy!]

[molotov]

[He better hope that Molotov is interested in deal with it!

She just kisses back and smirks. She has won, yay~]