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>Rolled 16 (1d20)
>Rolled 10 (1d20)
>Rolled 3 (1d20)

>Rolled 29/60

Neither good or bad, mediocre.

With impatience in the eyes, a disagreed census of reactions came to be; they did not giggle, like little bitches are fond of doing; they did not howl and call others to accompany them in an ado; they did not open their mouths big and surprised, like their profession had taught them; they did not look at him with boredom and tired animosity; it was a mediocre de-synchronized force of volition that took place.

She laughed; she died; she smiled; she paused; and the one who smiled showed her teeth, and shaked her horns, awaiting for a reaction to strike or to retreat, imp-she!

The acknowledgement of the story he told them sufficed to restrain his fragile anxiety. The mask was held barely with the upper lips.

Finally, the Imp took the ambitious step foward, still smiling, still showing her teeth, a bit tired from the face's muscles, untrained to compromise for so long.

"Sooo that's it? that's the whole tale?" she said, trying to mock but now knowing how.


How does he respond as to dragthe proactive bitch by the horns? what angle does his response take as to make the girls giggle, and consequently fall in love with his callouses and fatherly stench of dead skin?

[B]Roll 1/20 + How would you respond to the bitch question.[/B]