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“boy”? haha! ( oop, his new friend’s a little pissed. a little tremor reverberates down his spine. just how * easy would it be to rile the other up fully? he’s almost breathless with excitement. )
( eyebrows furrowing at the other’s mannerisms. a twitch of his left eye. ) call me rerir. you talk an awful lot, boy. ( almost growling. he’s 𝘱𝘪𝘴𝘴𝘦𝘥. )
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( grinning softly, he winds his arms around the general’s waist, pulling him much closer. so what if he’s clingy? sue him. )
missed you, my dragon.
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oh, but i * do know better. y’think i act purely on mindless impulse? ( hues of carmine and ichor map her visage, from her eyes, the slope of her nose, to the curve of her lips. he bares his neck even further, goading. ) ^^
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( the chuckle that leaves him is breathy, familiar. gloved hand lifting, clawed fingers gripping her hip as if to keep her in place, his thumb slips under the flimsy little black strap, tugging it upwards to secure its position. )
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in general, sure. but in your case——– ( the feel of cold metal pressing against his neck only furthers his grin, morphing into something fanged and feral. ) ——– i get off a little more… differently. have you forgotten .ᐣ
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