*She appreciates your noticing how terrible she is. She stops, sighs, clearly this guy cannot take a hint.*
*So she turns around and lobs a dragonfire green ball of flamey death right in front of Spider-Guy's feet. Hopefully his costume is fireproof, or he doesn't get any fire splashed on his pink new socks. That or she doesn't care and he might learn a lesson.*
no subject
*So she turns around and lobs a dragonfire green ball of flamey death right in front of Spider-Guy's feet. Hopefully his costume is fireproof, or he doesn't get any fire splashed on his pink new socks. That or she doesn't care and he might learn a lesson.*
Kind of like that. If you want more I'll do more.