#˗ˏˋ 🍒 ꒰ OPEN ROLEPLAY. ꒱

[boppinbabe]

Cheryl's  just standing  with  a  stupid  smile  on  her  face,  hand  stuck  in  a  jar  of  peanut  butter.

[succubeats]

      ❝I'm  so  fuckin'  tired  of  literally  everyone  and  their  mother  tryin'  to  get  between  me  and  my  man.  Like,  bitch,  I  just  want  some  fuck, mind your own fuckin' business. God damn.❞

[beemused]

      Cheryl's just standing there with blood trickling out of her nose. Not a single care in the world, possibly not even a thought in her mind, just blinking one eye at a time as crimson trails down her face.

[succubeats]

      ❝Pound it, bitch.❞

[boppinbabe]

      Cheryl  lets  out  an  earsplitting  shriek,  leaping  onto  the  nearest  chair.  There's  a  ridiculously  large  spider  skittering  around  on  the  floor,  oblivious  to  the  woman's  fear.  She  points  at  it  urgently.

      ❝Kill  it,  o-or  take  it  outside  or  something!❞  she  pleads,  burying  her  face  in  her  hands. She's faced countless foes much more daunting than this, but predictably, this is where she draws the line.

      Go figure.

[succubeats]

      ❝Why do they call it oven when you of in the cold food of out hot eat the food?❞

[succubeats]

      Cheryl's got something in her mouth... What on Earth could it be?

[succubeats]

      Cheryl's just snoozing on top of the speakers, snoring softly…

[succubeats]

Tag dump!

[boppinbabe]

Tag dump!