Cash Me Outside
09-29-2017, 06:52 PM
The stranger's words drew an amused snort from the woman. Well, at least she wasn't being a downright ass about this. It certainly could have been worse; Kanja could have been stuck with dick who simply stood at the edge of the pool and taunted her. This woman at least seemed willing to help.
Kanja shot a teasing look over her shoulder at the woman. "Must of been the last smart ass I ate." Hopefully the stranger could handle jokes as well as she dished them out. If not, oh well. It wasn't like the woman could reach her without putting her own self in danger. Perhaps the bird could find rocks or something to drop on her, but that seemed like a little too much effort for a few simple words. If she had to Kanja was prepared to free herself on her own.
What was this? Kanja wasn't quite sure what she was hearing. Sure, hearing that she looked like a gritty fighter was nice and all, but a teacher? She'd rather maul a couple brats than teach them. Still, there was more to the other than simply being rescued. Food, shelter and all that jazz were pretty nice.
Kanja mulled the idea over for several beats before replying. "Alright, But," And this could very well be a deal breaker, "I get to teach them how I want." She wasn't going to do any of that hippy dippy feel good bullshit. There wasn't a chance in hell that she was going to pat them on the head and tell them they were good little boys or girls who just needed to try a little harder whenever they failed at something. If they were shit, they were just shit. And there was no fixing that.
Kanja shot a teasing look over her shoulder at the woman. "Must of been the last smart ass I ate." Hopefully the stranger could handle jokes as well as she dished them out. If not, oh well. It wasn't like the woman could reach her without putting her own self in danger. Perhaps the bird could find rocks or something to drop on her, but that seemed like a little too much effort for a few simple words. If she had to Kanja was prepared to free herself on her own.
What was this? Kanja wasn't quite sure what she was hearing. Sure, hearing that she looked like a gritty fighter was nice and all, but a teacher? She'd rather maul a couple brats than teach them. Still, there was more to the other than simply being rescued. Food, shelter and all that jazz were pretty nice.
Kanja mulled the idea over for several beats before replying. "Alright, But," And this could very well be a deal breaker, "I get to teach them how I want." She wasn't going to do any of that hippy dippy feel good bullshit. There wasn't a chance in hell that she was going to pat them on the head and tell them they were good little boys or girls who just needed to try a little harder whenever they failed at something. If they were shit, they were just shit. And there was no fixing that.
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THIS FLOOF IS NOT NICE
EXPECT FOUL LANGUAGE AND GIGGLES AT YOUR EXPENSE AT THE VERY LEAST