#slightly foxy

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♋ -killmepeter

Send me '♋' for my character's reaction to yours pinning them and grinding against them.

"Tootles, if you don't get off of me right now, we're going to experience the French Incident again and it will not stop with an embarrassing hickey that wasn't from Tasmin."

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"Hey, Pollux. Je vais vas te faire encule dans un riz au lait." - whatsstragedy

"The fuck?

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[text]: Pouvez-vous venir à l'hôpital? Je ne veux pas être seul. -Curly

[text]: Je serai là dans cinq ans. Pourquoi êtes-vous à l'hôpital?

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Curly snuck up behind Castor as light footed as his animal and clamped a strangely clawed hand over his mouth, the other hand holding Castor's so he couldn't reach for an arrow. He used his tail to brush against the lost one's skin to make him relax. He'd never half-shifted before so everything was a little strange to him. "Shh. Don't make a sound, Sharky. Pan's... busy. I'm gettin' yeh outta here." -Whats-stragedy

Castor had fallen back to hunting for food. Sorry, Mademoiselle Sunny. I have to eat something. He had a hand on his quiver, resting at his hip, bow ready to use at any second. There was a strange breathy sound from him, muffled by Curly’s half shifted hand. He almost whined in shock, writhing in attempt to free himself. His hand — on an arrow seconds ago was held away from any weapon he had on him. He went limp as soon as the tail brushed against him. Curly. He almost wanted to murmur his Tiger’s name, but he knew that could put them both in danger. He squeezed Curly’s hand with the one behind his back — it was the closest he’d get to conveying what he wanted in the meantime. 

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"Mom smokes in the car. Jesus is okay with it but, we can't tell dad."

"… Okay. Not going to question it."

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are you going to sleep with slightly again?

"If he seeks companionship, I shall not deny him."