A CORRUPTED CURL, THOSE LIPS. bearing fangs of a malign drought thirsty for blood. the sedate beast fools no one with that mouth, flies nowhere with such words. levi’s jaw tightens as memories swirl in coils of bleary quietus : HAS HE REALLY NO QUALMS FOR HIS ACTIONS ?
❝ i want you to say ‘ NO ‘ and hurry the fuck up, fluffy. ❞
❝ HEH ... !! ❞ an amused, even charming, chuckle, yet defiled &. laced with his beastly venom. the monster was ‘pon their doorstep, licking his parched lips as his jaw flexes, maw open wide, in preparation for the feast, or rather the slaughter. however, mother had never taught him manners, he wished to play with his food first.
❝ much like a poet, you do have a way with words, mr. ackerman. i cannot say i’ve been insulted with such a colorful &. unique vocabulary. fluffy ... that is new. ❞ a pause, his eyes looking to the floor, as if remorseful. ❝ tell me, have i caused much pain here ?? ❞