<div class="floatright">(https://i.imgur.com/6ySw6Sb.jpg)</div><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 18pt;"><strong>Kimberly Danielson</strong></span><br/><strong>Location:</strong>Cafeteria<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Ricky<br/><hr/><br/>Kim sat alone at the cafeteria, wearing a white tank top and a set of baggy, worn in jeans.  Her thoughts racing and reeling after the announcements at the auditorium, with a frustrated scowl making it obvious what she was thinking and feeling.  Just more shit, which made her feel even worse and hate herself more, which stoked the burning testosterone-fueled desires within her all the more.  Sometimes she didn't know whether she wanted to kill something, fuck something, eat something, or just start testing all of the above until she felt some respite from the perpetual desires that agonized her soul.  At least it wasn't one of her bad days, when she couldn't help but feel that everyone who said that the futanari were diseased monsters that could barely keep themselves in check was an accurate assessment, at least where Kimberly was concerned.<br/><br/>The sudden sight of Ricky made her smile a bit, and she waved in reply, more than happy to see a friend.  Thanks to her mood swings, very few people could handle Kimberly at her worst, and few got to see her at her best.  Even if she was no longer that great at making friends, it helped to have one.<br/><br/><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote">Quote</div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">"Fucked up world we live it right? I mean.. what's next right? They'll throw us all out here and arrest us for some bullshit reason? There's only so much Roberta can do.."</blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br/>"Actually had a dream the other night where I got arrested for the crime of existing, only, instead of one of the special futa prisons, they just put me in with the other girls."  Kim gave a smile that she'd meant to show as facetious and daring, but came off as just a little forced.  "Wouldn't exactly call it a nightmare."<br/><br/><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote">Quote</div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">"So... think you'd want to room up? Or should we just tell them to go fuck themselves?"</blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br/>Kimberly paused a moment at the question, thoughtful, but obviously hadn't considered the question in the slightest.  Even if she wasn't great at making friends, she did appreciate her privacy.  Then again, with a friend like Ricky, maybe having a roommate wouldn't be<em>as</em>bad...<br/><br/>"I should warn you that I'm not attracted to other futa."  Her tone was twofold.  If Ricky was hoping for someone who would make for an easy fuck, Kim was the wrong choice.  However, maybe Ricky actually wanted someone who<em>wouldn't</em>be likely to go for roommates-with-benefits, which would make Kim one of the better choices out there.  Either way, her expression showed that she wasn't especially interested in giving up her own room, but if her friend Ricky really wanted to room up, Kim could be persuaded.