Faith Eliza Cord
Four Thousand Club
From the couch, Anya's eyes flickered towards the doorway. Taking in the sight of the unfamiliar woman standing there, she waved a hand in seeming lazy dismissal, even as her eyes remained on her.
"She's too old to be a subject," she declared, though this was not at all immediately apparent; if the woman wasn't, though, it was Anya's way of insulting her. "Probably some new staff person...I'm sure we can all go out of our way to extend our warmest, most personable welcomes. Rinji's probably involves initiation by face licking or more likely, ass licking."
"No, that wouldn't be very hygienic or polite," Rinji told her seriously, frowning. "Plus I'm not really into that."
Veronica covered her face with one hand, her ears burning. She didn't know whether it was Anya or her sister she wanted to yell at more as she repeated in a mutter to the new woman, "Like I said. Welcome to hell."
"She's too old to be a subject," she declared, though this was not at all immediately apparent; if the woman wasn't, though, it was Anya's way of insulting her. "Probably some new staff person...I'm sure we can all go out of our way to extend our warmest, most personable welcomes. Rinji's probably involves initiation by face licking or more likely, ass licking."
"No, that wouldn't be very hygienic or polite," Rinji told her seriously, frowning. "Plus I'm not really into that."
Veronica covered her face with one hand, her ears burning. She didn't know whether it was Anya or her sister she wanted to yell at more as she repeated in a mutter to the new woman, "Like I said. Welcome to hell."