<span style="font-family: 'Arial'"><span style="font-size: 12px">Ryan couldn't help but smile when she apologized for it, shaking her head by the time those words left her mouth. "No, it's okay. Just gonna take a little adjustment," she snickered. "Can't pass up a good deal, and it's a nice place," she admitted, giving another look around. She grinned to the talk of her own apartment, and she nodded. "A lot of it is in the original make of the place. I like to collect older signs, Hard Rock Cafe kind of stuff," she shrugged. The feline in the home got a fond smile out of Ryan. She loved animals, and had one at home. "I've got a buddy at home, but... he's not exactly conventional. He's a uh... raccoon," she admitted, almost sheepishly. It was 50/50 how people felt about the thought of her having a raccoon. <br/>
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The questioning of the butt plug had her snickering with a nod. It was a good thing she'd run into this girl... who knows what kind of mess she'd been in trying to use those toys without knowing what they were for! Talk about a surprise with the other monster... add the fact that those guys could've ambushed her alone, a thought she didn't want to think about. "Well, a DP monster and a butt plug is a great way to do it," she snorted, shaking her head. "Luckily, I've got plenty of toy knowledge at your disposal if you wanna give a shopping trip another try," her arms came out as if offering herself. "I promise not to leave you in the dark about them," she smiled coyly. "Hey, exploring is a good thing, I agree with her on that. But... maybe with a softer approach," she chuckled. Not just diving in head first! <br/>
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Ryan had a tendency to forget that strangers may not be accustomed to her blunt approach to things. She wasn't one to beat around the bush or sugar coat her filterless thoughts. She only realized it after the fact when Zo got stumped. Shifting her weight, she cleared her throat and fiddled with the glass in her hands. "Sorry, I guess I don't have much of a filter. I didn't mean to make you feel uncomfortable," she shook her head, her smile warm if not lopsided. It grew to the thought the sweet looking girl humming sex toys at random windshields, a laugh bubbling from her lips. "Certainly a great way to meet new people. Worked on me." She gave the girl her sole attention when she mentioned <i>real talk. </i>It was probably one of the few more feminine parts of her, loving the idea of real talk and getting to the juicy details. Her head nodded, waiting for what she was about to say. When it was said, she seemed slightly confused according to the soft furrow of her brows. "Not your kinda thing?" Her chin lifted some as the girl went on, but she wasn't about to make assumptions. Admittedly, as good as she was about reading people... Zoella was proving somewhat difficult for her. Coming up with blind conclusions wasn't something that worked out in her opinion.<br/>
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"And by <i>other kinds of relationships.... </i>you mean... with... women?" Her brows lifted, but she sighed with a nod. "I wouldn't be surprised by that. Religious folk don't really take kindly to the LGBT community," she snorted. "My parents weren't religious... to my knowledge... but I'd had my fair share of people bein' against... basically everything that I am," she laughed, trying to swallow the bitter shift in her voice. Lifting her glass, she shrugged. "I just stopped giving a fuck what they thought." She took notice of that intensity in her speech, chewing on her bottom lip before there was a form of intensity in her own. "You should to, for the record. You shouldn't let them dictate your life or how you feel. Don't ever let anyone make how you feel seem wrong, because if it was so wrong... it would be something in your control. A choice. Against what the nutbags fuckin' think about it, it's not," she scoffed, shaking her head. It was an absurd argument, really. One she'd wished she'd had a DP monster to throw at <i>their </i>windshields! <br/>
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Her head turned when Zo brushed past her, but she didn't really move away though she did shift so she wasn't getting in the way of what she was going for. Her eyes drifted upward as her squint eased to the lights that went out, a brow perking as she watched her rummage through drawers for a lighter. Realizing what she was doing, a smile crossed over her face. "That's a lot better, gives it a warmer ambiance," she hummed, taking a hint. Her teeth scraped her bottom lip as she picked up the bottom of rum and took both it and her glass with her. Following her toward the couch, she couldn't help but sputter a laugh to the bold question, but it wasn't a means of laughing <i>at </i>her. She was more surprised, and respecting the bluntness of it. Circling the couch, she shook her head. "Not that model, no." Taking a seat on the cushions, she topped off her glass with the rum before leaning forward to set it on the coffee table. When she was satisfied with it, she kicked off her own shoes and eased one ankle beneath the opposing thigh, turning herself slanted on the cushion as she propped her arm on the back of the couch to face Zo. "I've got a toy drawer, I won't lie," she snickered. "I've done... plenty of exploring," she lifted her glass before taking a swallow of it, resting her other hand on the calf of the bent leg. "I mean, using fingers and tongue only goes so far. I like to spice shit up sometimes," she smiled, seeming casual and easy talking about such a topic. "So, have you used anything like that before?" She countered with a question of her own, lifting a finger from her glass to gesture to her. </span></span>