You started asking questions! Don't pin this whole thing on me.
That's the *definition* of bringing him up, miss!
Kitty Banks
@mskittybanks.bsky.social
specialist in the discreet moving of goods. i keep this shitshow operational and profitable. location: Velo City, the moon. roleplay | 18+ By MAYA
You started asking questions! Don't pin this whole thing on me.
That's the *definition* of bringing him up, miss!
He was relevant to the conversation! I didn't bring him up, I just said he'd be jealous.
Really? You think? We were talking about girls. *You* brought him up.
Sure? It just felt like you were trying to say something.
Does there have to be a point? Can't we just talk?
You're a complete weirdo, so that's not surprising.
Why not? 'Cause *I* don't find him hot?
I'm not going to talk about k. being hot with you.
(Her nose scrunches up and she shakes her head.) I don't think *that's* true.
Mr Shoulders? He's hot to anyone with eyeballs, hon.
Okay, sure. But is *he* hot? To you?
Now what if it's two BOYS with one girl...
that's MOONTOWN baby.
Jealous type, you know? Possessive.
(Silently raises an eyebrow.)
I wouldn't want to get it, thanks. But I suppose if I *had* to kiss a girl there are worse options than Sasha.
is that what you think, huh? you think i-- ( a scoff. ) you know what? you wouldn't get it anyway. sure, toots, we're all the same.
Shut up! Not when we're in public, people might think I *like* you. And I'm not telling. She's *my* contact. Get your own, if you can.
you are *so* hot when you're jealous. relax. all those other dames are just casual. really? what kinda gifts then?
Course they are, they're women, they're supposed to be prettier. But it doesn't work that way, you'd need to find a really rich woman for that, and she'd have to agree to it, right?
To be useful? (A pause. She tilts her head.) Y'know, if I had to pick someone to keep me. And I had to stay 'home'? I'd rather it be a woman. They're prettier, don't you think?
Thinking of that goddamn dancing girl again. If her mouth hadn't been too dry to speak, if she'd said hello like she'd been planning to, maybe there could have been a way out there. You ever someone like that, someone that beautiful, you just instantly see the whole future that could be with them.
Because why would anyone want to work if they don't have to? You think I'm still running Dusty's fucking errands if I had a rich husband? You wouldn't catch me for the wind.
. . . That's the dumbest thing I've ever heard. Who said that's how it's meant to be?
Honey, that's the opposite of what I'm saying. The man goes to work while the woman stays at home. That's how it's meant to be, anyway. Doesn't work like that down here in the flats 'cause we all gotta work, see?
(Tilts her head. There's her patented 'confused puppy' expression!) I don't understand. Do men not work around here?
I guess there's all kinds of people out there... I dunno, I just can't see it working out. Not for long, anyway.
I'm not too interested in money. There is some alright tasting cheese. In my experience it's a little more than a little.
I mean the division of labor falls apart!
. . . Huh? What do you mean?
You should, there's a lot of money in it. Sure, they can like 'em, a little.
No, they discovered that girls can like girls. They might have discovered a new type of cheese too. I don't know. I don't keep up with that kind of thing.
They discovered a new kind of cheese?
Amazing news.
If it's two girls, who's going to work?
. . . *About that.*