[It's amazing, isn't it, how quickly time can pass when one is anticipating the delightful thrill of being shocked? It seems no time at all that Wednesday is strolling through the door, case containing a few of her shock collars in hand. She tilts her head at him, waiting on his reaction.]
Murphy really doesn't know what to expect. The only time he's shocked someone, it wasn't for fun. Maybe there was some delight, shocking someone who's hurt you. It's a good feeling, taking revenge.
This is different. This is a different sort of thrilling and so he waits with much anticipation.
Wednesday is an odd woman, all her quirks intrigue him. She's different in her own right. Her family just as odd. ]
Hey [, he says, glance shooting at the case in her hands. The edges of his lips twitch and he smirks at her. ] Let's get to shockin'.
[How encouraging, she thinks, that he wants to get straight to the agreed activity. She sits the case down, opening it and turning it round to show off the shock collars. There's a small number, of varying voltages. and it's so tempting to run her fingers over them. But no, pace herself, anticipation is half the pleasure]
Which would you like to start with? They're organised in increasing voltage.
[ Without another word, Murphy looks at the selection of collars she has offered him. His fingers wriggle as they hover across each collar, trying to pick a good starting point.
It doesn't feel right to start at the lowest voltage. He assumes that she's done this before. Why have a whole damn case of shock collars and not try them out at least once. Murphy looks at her when he points to the collar situated directly in the middle of the case. ] This a good place to start? [ One of his eyebrows arch higher than the other, expectantly waiting for her answer. ]
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Your place would allow ... privacy
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my place
the whole small talk with family isn't my thing
my place is very private
considering im the only one who lives in it
you remember where i live
right?
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You aren't hard to track down
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youve had to track me down before?
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not a lot of people like me
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but thats not a bad thing at all
imo
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oh
lets say 8 or 9.
but you were different right at conception.
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im a charmer
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whats your eta?
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just help yourself in
the front door is open.
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see you in a bit then
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[It's amazing, isn't it, how quickly time can pass when one is anticipating the delightful thrill of being shocked? It seems no time at all that Wednesday is strolling through the door, case containing a few of her shock collars in hand. She tilts her head at him, waiting on his reaction.]
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This is different. This is a different sort of thrilling and so he waits with much anticipation.
Wednesday is an odd woman, all her quirks intrigue him. She's different in her own right. Her family just as odd. ]
Hey [, he says, glance shooting at the case in her hands. The edges of his lips twitch and he smirks at her. ] Let's get to shockin'.
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Which would you like to start with? They're organised in increasing voltage.
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It doesn't feel right to start at the lowest voltage. He assumes that she's done this before. Why have a whole damn case of shock collars and not try them out at least once. Murphy looks at her when he points to the collar situated directly in the middle of the case. ] This a good place to start? [ One of his eyebrows arch higher than the other, expectantly waiting for her answer. ]
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Shall I sit?
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Where should she sit? ]
Oh! You can -- uh -- sit on the couch. [ He waves his hand behind him, that's where the couch is. ] Or, if you'd rather, we can go into my bedroom?
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