"Hm." Janet gives Galahad a good, hard look. Eliot's voice floats unbidden into her brain, whispering twink, twink, twink. Yeah, she can see Imaginary Eliot's point with zero effort. Put Galahad in a mesh top, booty shorts, and body glitter, and he could walk into the club and get eaten alive. "For you? Yep, I think so."
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Date: 2024-05-18 09:27 pm (UTC)