Ooohhh. Feast day. She was overwhelmed with Catholic prayer instead of her usual slutty, bitchy self. Judas clasped her hands back and nodded as seriously as he could. "Of course I understand, Magdalene. We're only ...whatever we are. Practically human. Should I put the jug on? Did you get more coffee?" Shit. That probably meant a fuck over the dining table was out of the question.
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Date: 2012-08-09 01:11 pm (UTC)