— “So long as you do not put
     up much of a fight when I
     have to transport you, we
     will get along just fine.”

              — “….”
 
               What exactly she thought of Gil?
               Truth be told, she had developed
               something for the so called dork,
               despite her best efforts to avoid it.
               It would be safe to call it love, but
               she’d never be able to admit it.
               She’d much prefer him figuring it
               out on his own.

                            “… Let’s put it this way.
                     My world would be dark without him.”

          — “First off, I like thinking about sex secretly, so no, I do not wish to be a man.
                  Secondly, men are.. Strange beings.”

              — “… I’m not admitting anything.”

      — “… Only if you buy me a drink first.”

      — “Oh no. You found out my master plan.”

                    “…” Ah, shit. This would either go one of two ways. Either, she’d get herself into a fight, or she would wind up leaving them all soon. “… If you wish to know, Gil and I..” 

                   She wasn’t quite sure how to explain it. It had been a long time; a really long time, actually, since she had last told someone of her feelings for another. One thing was true, however- she was terrified of losing the pair of greaves. 

                                    “… I might have affection for him, alright?”

                 Her tone of voice was sour, yet she knew herself that she had developed an attachment to him; something she knew she would regret.

“Step inside, walk this way, you and me babe, hey hey!

Love me like a bomb, baby, come and get it on
Livin’ like a lover with a radar phone
Lookin’ like a tramp, like a video vamp
Demolition woman, can I be your man? (be your man)

Razzling and dazzling, now flash a little light
Television lover, baby, go all night
Sometime, anytime, sugar me sweet
Little Miss Innocent, sugar me, yeah
Yeah

C’mon
Take a bottle, shake it up
Break the bubble, break it up

(Pour some sugar on me) Ooh, in the name of love
(Pour some sugar on me) Come on, fire me up
(Pour your sugar on me) I can’t get enough
I’m hot, sticky sweet
From my head to my feet, yeah.~” - ( x )

— “It’s early morning, the sun comes out
Last night was shaking and pretty loud
My cat is purring, it scratches my skin
So what is wrong with another sin?

The bitch is hungry, she needs to tell
So give her inches and feed her well
More days to come, new places to go
I’ve got to leave, it’s time for a show

Here I am
Rock you like a hurricane
Here I am
Rock you like a hurricane~” — ( x )

    — “Did you sit in a pile of sugar? Cause you have a pretty sweet ass.”