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melting right into the pup's eager touch, ante leans back to let him properly relax.
“ 's the least i can do. ” he'd hum. “ what's yer name, sweetheart? ”
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there's already so little space that the two are pressed together once the warden moves in, eagerly accepted by ante's open arms now wrapping around his waist... or, trying to.
“ you like that, eh? ”
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“ just the cutest. ” ante reassures him, a smile spreading across his lips. trailing his hands down to fix the lopsided collar of the warden's suit.
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“ ain't you just the sweetest thing? ” struggling to his knees to be eye-level with the pup, both hands scratching gently under his chin.
https://t.co/0ea2oXVexc
cursing myself for not elaborating more on ante in his description but i'm in shadowban prison again so i'm not sure you'd even be able to See it
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( falling into place beside him while he searches through his tacky, patterned bag— offering up one option in either hand. )
i've got, err... sparkling and still. what's your poison?
[ Off of his unsteady legs, crumbling into a semi-upright heap. The room’s still spinning, nausea still fighting its way up his throat. Langermann manages a small thumbs up! 👍! ]
Could be.. Could be nice, yeah. If you don’t mind.