Axe snickers a bit and leans against Nit. "<span style="color: #FF00BF">I don't think I could possibly be any more not into vore. It's just one fetish that escapes me completely. I'm not into them per se but...</span>" She takes a deep breath. "<span style="color: #FF00BF">I can understand foot fetishes, ****girls, furries, people who worship ***es or breasts, people who like being dommed or subbing... I know that one well.</span>" She grins. "<span style="color: #FF00BF">But vore just.... makes me uncomfortable. It's the furthest from aroused I get when I watch porn. I watch a lot of porn by the way. Don't go into my end table unless I tell you.</span>" Axe says without a hint of shame.<br/><br/>"<span style="color: #FF00BF">I have nice clothes, I just prefer to be comfortable at home. I know, I'm such a freak.</span>" She scoffs and sips her tea again. "<span style="color: #FF00BF">But I already know what I'm going to be wearing to meet your parents or whatever.</span>" She slides off the bed and goes to her closet. "<span style="color: #FF00BF">My prized possession.</span>" She slowly opens the door.  He can see that strange, shiny material again. Axe struggles to drag what looks like a large suit of strange armor out of the closet. She turns it slowly to reveal what it is.<br/><br/>Standing a good five foot something feet tall in a slightly crouched position is none other than an armor in the exact same fashion  as one robotic cop. The RoboCop armor was the same, terrible looking plastic-y metal material and everything. She takes out the helmet soon after. Axe opens her mouth. "<span style="color: #FF00BF">Serve the public trust, protect the innocent, uphold the law.</span>" It should go without saying that her RoboCop impression is damn near flawless. "<span style="color: #FF00BF">Dead or alive! You're coming with me!</span>"<br/><br/>"<span style="color: #FF00BF">It's gonna be the radest thing ever, you'll see.</span>" She grins proudly before trying in vein to push it back into the closet. "<span style="color: #FF00BF">Damn it... I feel so weak.</span>" She grumbles as she pathetically slides down her precious robot suit. "<span style="color: #FF00BF">Not like... over dramatic anime character. Like I'm literally having trouble doing anything.</span>" She grumbles and crawls back into her bed. "<span style="color: #FF00BF">Your move, creep.</span>" She mumbles to herself and pretend shooting a gun.<br/><br/>"<span style="color: #FF00BF">If you tell me you've never seen RoboCop I'm going to hurt you...</span>" She leans against him again if the positioning is applicable.