#ngl i fell off somewhere around... i wanna say the goblin king?

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"i never would have guessed." shiloh deadpanned, small grin in place. a smirk soon replaced the look, every bit mischievous as she thoroughly enjoyed monroe's dramatics. part of her wanted to argue that if the other woman got to be dramatic, she could be ridiculous - which she was fully aware she could be - but she wanted to take a different approach. "mm, i don't know, that wouldn't sound like much of a threat to me." to shiloh, in the context of them? it sounded like a good time. "a word i don't like." she stressed; as if there wasn't a multitude of occasions she could be persuaded to use it. feeling herself heat up at the entirety of monroe's next words, she cocked her head at the taller woman, smirk still lingering on the corners of her mouth. "does one word really count as begging?"

❝ well, what can i say ? ❞ the redhead purred. ❝ i do love a good show. ❞ no use in denying it or pretending otherwise. they wouldn't even be in this situation if it weren't true. ❝ an extortionist ? please. ❞ monroe scoffed, rolling her eyes with a dramatic flare. ❝ don't be ridiculous, shiloh. i haven't threatened you with violence. ❞ at least, not yet. truth be told, she wouldn't mind a bit of roughhousing with the shorter woman. ❝ c'mon, it's just a word, ❞ she insisted, slowly inching closer. ❝ i promise i won't tell anyone how pretty you are when you beg. ❞