// It is so tough to stick to just one single thought.
This is quickly turning into ‘Birdie’s opinion of your muse’ but honestly, it’s more fun that way.
❝ @ARACHNIDKIICKS. . . she fights dirty— kicks low, bites like a rabid dog. . . total madwoman! Paired with that stupid smile. . . always grinnin’, she is. ❞
Spitting on the ground, before dragging his tongue along his chain.
❝ Crazy bird after my own heart. ❞
❝ @FootFighter666. . . that psycho. ❞
He shudders, rubbing his backside where Juri once ‘accidentally’ stabbed him during training.
❝ She smiles too much— fake as hell. Then? 𝐁𝐀𝐌! Stabs you in the ribs ‘n calls it ‘playtime.’
Total sicko. ❞
Denial? Might just be.
❝ @MikaNanakawa? She’s loud. . . Bloody annoying, sometimes. ❞
Pausing, before grumbling under his breath.
❝ But she fights proper. Strong legs. ❞
Another pause, longer this time — clearing his throat awkwardly before muttering,
❝ She laughs too much. . . —
His breaths were hot and heavy, shakily escaping his parted, drool-coated lips.
❝ Thick, juicy, and practically beggin’ to be eaten. . . ❞
His tongue inched closer, desperately yearning to taste. Glancing up to her now, as if asking for approval.
Seems Karin taught him well.
Birdie huffed and puffed in response, the beating sun cooking him slowly until they finally arrived. Nearly slamming the door behind him, half-lidded gaze eyed the interior, before he made his way to her fridge.
❝ Oi, mind if I grab a drink? ‘M parched, love. ❞
Bending —
The table filled up with plates upon plates of food and once that final dish was brought out by the sweaty wrestler.
She let something else out.
Outfit tossed off to let that thick, juicy sausage of hers to lay on the table with the food.
“Dinner’s served~!”
blink.
Each tasty morsel she’d prepared hardly existed in his gaze, newfound appreciation for her heavy sausage taking precedent.
❝ Look at the size of that banger! ❞
Leaning forward onto the table, scooting dishes out of the way just to get a whiff of her meat. —