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mmhm. ( another grunt of an answer, more verbal than he’d been in recent times. awkwardly lifting their arm, gesturing for the other to lead. )
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no, you’re right, you’re right. wanna hit the restaurant upstairs? it’s on me.
anything to get your friends and neighbours from out between your teeth, ey?
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mmghh—! ( came a grumble, annoyance teased in the very growl of the noise. more reminiscent of the animalistic state the whole ordeal left him in. )
. . . wasn’t kidding about being hungry, Bens.
least you could do. ( meat, steak; comped meal. )
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think it was my impish charm and ability to walk right on over ya’, if i remember rightly …
( she watches him flinch, the tiniest semblance of a frown passing too briefly through her brow. )
don’t think too hard on it, six, don’t wanna strain that old noggin too much
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still can’t remember why I didn’t kill you for this. ( eyes narrow in strained thought, only to close as he’d rest a palm against his head. face scrunching in discomfort as a pain settled in place; too much usage of the noggin. )
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well, i’m sure even caesar himself smiled at an old lady once or twice, don’t mean he’s not a complete fuckin’ nut job.
( she grimaces, at that last word. )
… s’messed up, baby.
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strain and activities, hooked under their waist. fingers hoisted thighs, slid along to the knee as if encouragement to strap themselves around his solid foundation.
and then homeward bound, even under distractions of kisses.
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cared little about perception. if he did, most of the things that he operated on would have taken a backseat; fundamentals, primal and basic. the other, for his brain finally thought for two, was now cued to their instruction.
support of arms, strengthened under—
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shouldn’t have said that— should not have said that. like a feral animal loosed in a bakery, he’d begin to tear through the details and get into the sweeter contents.
om-nom-nom.
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charmer, him? confusion through furrowed brows, sheepish adjustments made to gaze that filled their contact with the ever-familiar swirl of liquid.
“ mhmm . . . ” he’d grunt, clearing an already clear throat.
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optics flutter and he grins, utterly amused with it all the same. the alcohol on an empty stomach makes his head buzz.
" you're a charmer, aren't you? " glimpses of a past life that ebb at the seams.
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guttural growl, built in the bowels of throat. each reverberation louder and louder than the last, now shifting to a gentle whine as cooler minds prevail over animalistic thought; wanted to rip and shred, but settled with a domesticated drop. letter fell to the—
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" drop— "
half muffled against hardened muscle, blunt nails smacking at forearm. like scolding a dog, almost. relents after a moment when he pries those extra pesky fangs from flesh before he bleeds.