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Date: ???Entry # ???Michael saw the brand today. He clawed me up and it won't stop bleeding. He never loved me. I disgust him. He hates me, and the light has gone out of my life.
I do not want to exist anymore.
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[From:Boo-boo@2:47AM] (1) Hello, beloved Michael. ;} I know you came by a few days ago, but perhaps I could make it worth your while if you come over tonight... Maybe by way of your ah cock in my throat? Aha :} Perhaps I may just have y[From:Boo-boo@2:47AM] (2) ou lie back so that I might just settle myself into your lap and ride you.[From:Boo-boo@2:48AM] Sound like a good enough deal to you? :}} <3
Hate me, love me, miss me
I can find your brash nature to be somewhat frustrating sometimes, but I cannot say that I hate it.I love that you're one of two people who can tolerate me on a near-daily basis.I would miss your purring.
1.) Flowers 2.) Cats 3.) Me ::]
:}! Yes, yes and yes.
A thick, still bloody hunk of meat with a rough piece of bone jutting from it lay on the edge of the fountain, an unopened bottle of water resting beside it. Hopefully the heavy, black cape in need of a good wash laying next to them was enough of a hint of who had left them there.
Fortunately, it is, but instead of washing it, you simply wrap yourself up in it like a blanket as you put the gifted items into your inventory. Even with your poor sense of smell, the cape carries Michael's scent and it's comforting as you head back inside.
"Hey boo-boo-" He greeted, peering into the bedroom. The merchant had gone on a cleaning spree after he left, it seemed- the downstairs area was a lot cleaner than when he had tried. The bedroom was too, he noted. Good.
Oh!
"Ah, hello!" You're excited to see him. Really, in more ways than just one."How are you, beloved Michael?" you ask, approaching him to lean up on your toes for a kiss.
It felt strange to be home again after wandering about through other files- occupied and otherwise- but it felt nice at the same time. He ignored the sign on the door and pressed into the main room of the shop, a frown tugging at his mouth a little. He could still smell old blood. "Zach?" He called, leaning against the counter a little.
Your heart just about stops when you hear Michael.It's been weeks, and you've missed him. You almost want to cry in relief, to squeeze him tightly and wail into his chest and tell him how sorry you are, that you'll be better--But you don't. Instead, you wait for him to come to you-- namely since you're too sore to move a lot."I am here."
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His reply was a low growl as he watched him closely, snorting and sweeping his tail across the ground. It was his now, for the time being. He wouldn’t give it up willingly.
When that becomes evident, you bare your teeth at him in anger and allow your body to shift into a more natural state. Bones creak and cartilage pops as your body distends into bigger proportions.
A more menacing snarl leaves you when you're finished, jaws parted in warning. You won't wound him terribly, but you'll definitely rough him up until he gives it back. You aren't a pushover-- not when you're bigger than him.
