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“ then i’ll keep squashin’ ‘til they catch a hint. and if they don’t, i’m gonna have a good time squashin’. “
the thought provokes lips to curve into a smile, only shaken when they decide to rest their head in his lap. ( … )
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‘…it wouldn’t do anything,’⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ half——muttered.⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ‘there’s so many of them————all over the world————that it’d just be like squishing one bug.
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“ yeah. they’re a pain in the ass. “ his gaze drifts from them to the wound that revealed tissue on their tail. for a moment, his jaw tightens, a grape crushed between teeth.
“ next time i see ‘em, i’m gonna give ‘em hell.
i’m tired of them being a problem. “
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‘'scientists'?⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ is that what the scary people are called…?’⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ mulling it over,⠀ ⠀ ⠀ tail wriggling in his grasp.⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ a little lower,⠀ ⠀ ⠀ over iridescent scales;⠀ ⠀ ⠀ a wound,⠀ ⠀ ⠀ half——healed.
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“ usually, the throne ain’t coherent. i’m tryna’ eat here, watch it. “
free hand clutching at the appendage with two digits, attempting to quell its flicks. “ you here ‘cuz the scientists’r here again .ᐣ “
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nothing short of violent came from her lips. but that tantalizing violence caught his attention. the thought churns in his psyche, grin twisting wider.
“ you’re speakin’ my language, big points for you on that. “
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❝ Their terror and sheer hopelessness makes it the icing so to speak. ❞ The scent of fresh blood makes her hunger for more.
Excessive indulgence as she imagines draining another.
❝ They start to taste good when they beg. ❞
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a less than amused exhale from his nose, now staring down at them as he eats. a simple plate of assorted fruits.
“ you and my lap, ain’t no way i’m that comfortable to you. “
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the metallic scent wafts to his nose, a low - clicking rumbling from within his chest.
“ oh, you a bloodsuckin’ type. “ lips tug into a grin. “ what makes someone taste better than another .ᐣ “
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❝ A mere bloodbag, obviously. She was annoying but tasty. ❞
A vicious coo, laced with poison as remnants of ichor stain her chin.