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⠀ ⠀ i'm ⠀ gonna ⠀ scratch ⠀ on ⠀ the ⠀ door ⠀ and ⠀ whine ⠀ to ⠀ come ⠀ in ⠀ all ⠀ night. ⠀ is ⠀ that ⠀ something ⠀ you'd ⠀ want, ⠀ honey ⠀ pie? ⠀ 😁
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⠀ ⠀ oh, ⠀ honey ⠀ bunny, ⠀ you ⠀ know ⠀ just ⠀ how ⠀ to ⠀ romance ⠀ me! ⠀ what's ⠀ next? ⠀ do ⠀ i ⠀ get ⠀ a ⠀ cigarette ⠀ put ⠀ out ⠀ on ⠀ me? ⠀ or ⠀ would ⠀ you ⠀ like ⠀ one ⠀ put ⠀ out ⠀ on ⠀ you? ⠀ i'm ⠀ flexible.
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then, wrist twists, drawing wade closer by the blades that impale. close enough for noses to brush and breaths to mingle. ]
think you’re so fuckin’ funny, don’t you?
[ moment of silence does wonders for the beast, quelling raging flames that burn from the inside out. temper cooled in the blink of an eye, he even exhales breath without clenched jaw for once. flesh knits back together where claws had torn through seconds before, mended with
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⠀ ⠀ [a ⠀ noise ⠀ keens ⠀ high ⠀ in ⠀ his ⠀ throat, ⠀ swallowing ⠀ it ⠀ down ⠀ into ⠀ a ⠀ grunt. ⠀ hell-bent ⠀ on ⠀ not ⠀ making ⠀ a ⠀ sound, ⠀ no ⠀ matter ⠀ how ⠀ easy ⠀ the ⠀ quips ⠀ are ⠀ coming ⠀ to ⠀ him ⠀ post ⠀ stabbing.]
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it came, just as most things are with wade. brief beat of serenity is swallowed whole by ill—placed quip, flame fanned to wildfire. teeth grit, a growl it doesn’t bother swallowing as claws return and find a happy home buried in other’s chest once, twice, 𝘵𝘩𝘳𝘦𝘦 times.