Nov 9, 2017
*kiss*
Warmth brushed against his lips, molding with his. Had he been one of Dark’s squabbling tools, melted to his touch he would, yearned for more he would, but Anti wasn’t particularly positively receptive to his intimate human gesture.
Instead, fossilized disgust gnashed his teeth like a flesh eating hog.
He was livid.
“Who do you think you are, you little slut!?” He roared and sliced ribbons of his lips off his own face. Self mutilation in a time aggression. “I’ll gut you slut! I’LL FUCKING CARVE DICKS INTO YOUR FACE! I’LL SHRED T-T-THROUGH YOUR SOCKETS WITH MY COCK. DON’T FUCKIN’ TOUCH ME, WHORE.”
