Pithy, really. If she had the materials, she'd needlepoint it, or something. A shame they didn't have a silk screening press. It would make a fabulous tee shirt.
What the fuck had Sam just enabled?
She smiled slightly, shaking her head. "We'll, I'd welcome you to the clown rodeo, but that just seems kinda evil. I'm Sam, by the way. Known in certain circles as 'The Blue Bitch' or the 'Galatea of the Ordo Dracul.'"
She'd never actually shared her Ordo title with anyone before. In part, because it was hilariously ridiculous, and in part because...why bother?
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Pithy, really. If she had the materials, she'd needlepoint it, or something. A shame they didn't have a silk screening press. It would make a fabulous tee shirt.
What the fuck had Sam just enabled?
She smiled slightly, shaking her head. "We'll, I'd welcome you to the clown rodeo, but that just seems kinda evil. I'm Sam, by the way. Known in certain circles as 'The Blue Bitch' or the 'Galatea of the Ordo Dracul.'"
She'd never actually shared her Ordo title with anyone before. In part, because it was hilariously ridiculous, and in part because...why bother?
Who cared?