❛ I need danger, a hunt, a challenge. ❜
(MEME.)
THE RHINOCEROS FANCIES ITSELF A LION ! there is the slightest of twitches to his brow, tongue folding his own amusement neatly in his mouth before he allows it to unravel delicately in a soft laugh that would have made one harold cooper blush. preaching to the choir — the choir, the organ, the nuns, the entire orchestra. even the mighty apex predator has a tendency to outsource. there's nothing like fearing for one's life that sets the senses firing off, every minute detail heightened, many think they want it, until it becomes real. or until the game feels rigged as it so often becomes.
❝ as my grandmother used to say, it's good to have friends in low places. we should be workout partners. lord knows we could both use it, you haven't known danger, hunting or a challenge until you've tried to prise me off ginny's cheeseburger chowder to go do something productive like jazzercise or TABATA class. ❞ fair lashes flutter, hand lifting to well-padded chest as if he can both TASTE and SMELL from memory. ❝ i mean the ground chuck and spices... the melted cheese... would kill for. ❞
he has never met his grandmother, but from whatever slavic hell her loins had borne fruit, he hopes the impression does her service.
