cw: dom!reader, sub male characters, praise kink, physical control, service sub behavior, marking, semi-public risk, restraint, manhandling, sex with clothes on, overstimulation, kneeling, slow teasing, edging,
✦˖ sub enjin
enjin, despite his calm personality and that untouchable leader facade, is the kind who turns quiet, obedient, devoted in bed. he doesn’t beg with words, but his body does it for him.
he loves being controlled by your voice. a single “look at me” and he’s obeying, eyes locked on yours even while you’re on top of him and he’s biting his tongue to keep from moaning too soon.
it turns him on when you grab him by the back of his neck or his wrists, pinning him against the wall or down on the bed, feeling like all that trained strength is useless against you.
marking him is another weakness. hickeys on his neck, bites on his chest, nails down his back. enjin pretends to be annoyed afterwards, but you know every mark he hides under his clothes only makes him hotter.
face-to-face sex ruins him. watching you ride him, hearing you tell him how good he’s being, calling him a “good boy” when he obeys without thinking… it makes him come fast, even with the bare minimum contact.
in private, he can be completely yours, but what destroys him the most is the risk. your hand on his thigh under the table, your breath in his ear in an empty hallway, and he’s already imagining what you’d do if no one else was around.
✦˖ sub follo tunito
follo is pure enthusiasm and devotion. you can tell he wants to please you even outside the bedroom, so when it comes to sex, submission comes naturally to him.
he melts if you call him a “pretty boy” while touching him. literally blushes, his voice drops to a whisper, and he leans in closer, like he can’t get enough of you.
he’s a constant touch seeker — tugging at your sleeve, leaning against your leg, following you around the room. if you order him to kneel and stay still, he’ll obey… but his legs will tremble the whole time.
when he’s between your thighs, he moans and looks up at you with glassy eyes, swallowing every order you give. tell him “don’t come” and he’ll try so hard to hold it… until he can’t anymore and starts begging.
overstimulation is your weapon with him. after he comes, just a few more strokes and he’s whining, tears pricking his eyes, thanking you for not stopping.
sex with clothes still on drives him insane — your hand under his shirt, your hips grinding into his while his pants are still on. the friction alone can have him coming in minutes, head buried against you.
✦˖ sub gris rubion
gris is a proud sub — not because he doesn’t want to give in, but because he needs to be certain you’re someone he can trust completely. once you earn that, he’ll give himself to you without holding back.
he loves controlled restraint. pinning his wrists above his head, holding his jaw so he has to look at you, pressing him against a wall — it makes his breath hitch every time.
he can keep his composure for a while, staying silent while you touch him, but eventually his body betrays him — hips moving on their own, eyes half-lidded, jaw slack.
edging destroys him in the best way. you can keep him at the brink over and over, and when you finally let him come, he clings to you like he’s afraid you’ll let go too soon.
whispering calmly in his ear while you fuck him is a sure way to break him. slow, deep thrusts and a low “you’re mine” will have him trembling, even before he’s close.
he won’t ask for aftercare, but he’ll stay close after, brushing his fingers over you like he’s grounding himself — still basking in the safe space you gave him while you broke him apart.
Valentines isn't celebrated as much in the Ground, still- the tradition of spending a day with your special someone doesn't sound so bad.
Unless one of them forgot about it.
CW: violence and blood (Jabber), nsfw (Jabber)
Enjin:
You've been planning for this day for weeks. You reminded him a couple of times that you will be taking him out for this day.
Now you stand in front of his door- chocolates in hand. You fix your hair a little before knocking.
When Enjin opened the door, the scent of cigarettes hit your nose.
"Hey gorgeous! What's got you so dressed up this evening?" A smile was present on his face as he asked.
"Enjin..." Your brows furrow a bit- arms slacking.
"Yes?" You just continue to look at him. Enjin stares back-confused.
You know what? You're gonna be petty.
"Mmm.. nothing, just here to drop off these chocolates. You could share it with the kids, just don't give Rudo too much."
"Aww, you're so thoughtful, sweetie. I'll make sure of it." He gives you a peck on your cheek. He stinks of cigarette smoke, clearly someone hasn't even taken a shower.
You stand still for a moment, wishing that he at least remembers.
"So... Do you need anything else?"
Okay, fuck it you're leaving.
"Nothing more, good luck babe."
"You too, boo!"
You left before hearing his door close. Right when you turned the corner, you could hear him fling his door open, shouting as he chased after you.
"BABE I'M SORRY PLEASE WAIT UP!"
Arkha Corvus:
You just got home after a short but tiring mission clearing out trashbeasts. When you opened the door to his room, a delicious scent of his cooking immediately got your attention. You head to the kitchen and see Corvus cooking up a feast.
"Woah... what's the occasion, love?" You visibly saw Arkha tense for a moment. Turning his head slightly to gauge if you were joking.
"Uhh, Arkha?"
"It seems like you forgot what we had planned for today."
You turn to look at the calendar, a specific day drawn in a heart. Your face pales for a second before sputtering.
"Wait- no I didn't forget! Well I did, but I didn't forget to plan for it!"
"Really now?"
"Yes! Amo helped me make a paper bouquet for you! Fuck- that was supposed to be a surprise..."
There's a little grin on his face that you don't seem to notice from your panicked state.
"Now, don't drag an innocent kid into this."
You began to tearfully sob while kneeling and hugging his waist. "Nonono- please believe me!"
Gris Rubion:
It was already a chilly evening, you were waiting for Gris to arrive at the roof of the HQ for your little under the moonlight picnic date. You already placed a spacious mat for the food, a couple of thick candles scattered around for ambiance- the only one missing is your lover, Gris.
A couple of minutes pass, the wax from the candles pool around the bottom and he still hasn't arrived. You fear that he must've forgotten about your date, that was until the metal door burst open— Gris heaving and panting as he held a bouquet of fake roses in his arms.
"I'm h-here, hah, sorry I was late."
You stood up from the mat and embraced him.
"I thought you forgot."
"About you? Never for the whole damn Ground."
The chilly night was spent gazing at the starless night sky— only the moon and candles being the source of light, basking in each other's warmth.
Zanka Nijiku:
He was bummed. You already had things planned on this special day with him, but with the unfortunate events that occurred in that giant trashbeast, he was still confined in the infirmary to recover.
And there you were, scurrying around and placing decorations around him, with permission from Eisha if you could celebrate here of course. Zanka was quiet the whole time, his chin resting on his palm- eyes following your movements as you prepare this little celebration for him.
"I know we already had plans for today and I'm the reason why we couldn't go-"
"Shut it. If you're going to apologize for being here- alive, then I will kill you."
"That doesn't make any sense-"
"If you were just stabbed, I wouldn't worry much because I know you're an incredible guy who would defy those odds and survive, and also because I trust Eisha." He stares as you continue to speak, it felt like you were lecturing him out of concern. Which you were.
"But not only you were stabbed- but also drugged by a crazy motherfucker! And that's what's Eisha was saying, you're already fine but you still have it in your system." You sat down on his bed, holding his hands- your fingers tracing the bandages wrapped around his. Zanka's gaze softens as you bring his fingertips to your lips.
"I'm so relieved that you're alive. You don't know how much it'll break me if one day you-"
His fingers clench around your collar, he cuts you off by pulling you in for a kiss.
"I won't let myself be killed that easy."
"You better."
Jabber Wonger:
"What's so special today?" Jabber asks, clearly bored out of his mind. You took him out of the base, basically dragged him out from his drug den or make-shift lab, whatever you call it. The sun was already setting, giving you a great view for your surprise.
"You've been asking me 'bout this for days, I want you to guess."
"Outdoor sex? Didn't know you were an exhibitionist, babe~" you could feel him purr on your shoulder as he hugs you from behind.
"Mmm... No, keep guessing~"
You continue to walk closely with each other as he continues to guess what you had planned. You stop on your tracks, Jabber peeks from your shoulder.
It was an open area with a few lights stuck on poles to illuminate the field. Jabber walks around to check the place out, kicking stones around when he found nothing exciting.
"Can't really tell what you're planning, babe. Come on! Give me a hint!"
"Fine, fine... But! Give me a kiss first, pretty boy~"
Jabber happily jogs towards you and jumps on your open arms. He immediately sticks his tongue out to lick your lips before diving in for your lips. It was a sloppy, messy kiss that had both of you groaning when you part.
"What's the surprise?" he giggles
"Y'know how you've been pestering me to fight you?"
"Yeah? Always say no, you're no fun."
"That's why we're here, babe. Let's let it all out!" Jabber felt blood pumping from his ears.
"Yo, you better mean that man! I don't want you holding back on me!" His face is brimming with excitement.
You grab a hold of his face, planting a peck on his lips. "You for one should know that I never hold myself back."
"Then what are we waiting for, babe?"
"Get ready to get your ass handed to you. Also, I got Cthoni as an emergency contact, just in case I bring you to the verge of death."
"That's what I like to hear!"
Jabber takes a few steps away from you, creating space for your combat. His thoughts run in miles, thinking of how you'll mess him up– or how he will mess you up. His mankira extends— only on its first form.
"And here I thought we're not holding back."
"Give me a fight that's worth my life and you'll see my baby's true colors."
In a flash of light– your jinki transforms. Right hand neurotoxin, left hand poison– you remind yourself.
The air shifts as you both dash towards each other, killing intent present on both your glowing eyes. His mankira manages to scrape your cheek, not deep enough to instill his poison but enough to sting and burn. You kick him away to create distance between yourselves. Playing it safe is boring, but acting stupid isn't your style either.
"Ahh fuck it, I'll just have fun."
An exchange of blows after blows began– pushing your bodies to their limits. Eventually, Jabber revealed mankira's true form, those large talons are intimidating as hell— but that doesn't stop you from rushing towards him with your jinki in hand and landing a hit on his temple. He stumbles in his steps, he probably wouldn't be able to fight like this this— concussed as hell. As a last ditch effort he tries to stab himself with his neurotoxin, however, you pinned his hands above his head— transforming mankira to it's first form since he wasn't able to concentrate.
"You don't get the easy way out, Jabber. I want you to feel every single hit I give your body and every bruise that I will create on your skin. I want you conscious for every single one." You whisper in his ear. He musters a grin, looking down– you could see that he was already sporting a boner. Freak..
"I fucking love you, y'know that right?" Jabber struggles from your grip, definitely not giving up from the fight. In turn, you held him tighter, almost cutting circulation in his hand. You raise your fist and land it heavily on his cheek— slipping that you accidentally hit his nose. Crimson red blood drips out from his broken nose, you fight the urge to– no, you were already leaning down to lick it clean. Jabber groans, rutting his hips in the air —slap— his head turns to the side.
"Behave, at this point you're no better than a dog." You felt less of a struggle from him, you're supposed to be fighting but there he is, thrusting his hips in the air like an animal.
"Don't tell me you've given up. I still haven't got my fun."
The adrenaline left Jabber's system, making him feel all the soreness from the fight. Still, he bites his lips in anticipation of your next hit. But before you could– Cthoni holds your arm back.
"You two definitely deserve each other, a couple of freaks."
"I prefer to call us devoted individuals. You love me, don't ya Jabber?"
"I do, babe." He wheezed out as you sat on his chest.
"Still, we can't have him out of commission this week. Zodyl got us a mission do."
"Uggghh, fine. You heard that babe? You got saved by the bell."
"boooo"
"I know right? Booooo" you both boo at Cthoni, you could see a comically large vein throbbing on her head. In turn she kicks the two of you into her manhole, transporting you in your room.
"Let's take a little rest before we patch each other up."
"All good to me."
That fight had both of you properly exhausted and immediately fell asleep with Jabber resting his head on your chest.
A few hours later, you woke up first to see him drooling on your shirt. You gently pried yourself away from him to get a new clean set of clothes, a wet towel, and bandages. While he sleeps, you take his clothes off —you leave him with his underwear of course— to wash away the dirt and blood. Underneath his clothes hide the bruises and wounds from earlier. Purple-red marks from your punches and a couple of old ones turning grayish on his skin. He jolts awake when the wet towel touches him.
"Just cleaning you up babe." You start at his arms, his muscles relax under your touch. Your fingers tracing along mankira– pressing on the sharp edge with your thumb. It pricks your finger, small droplets of blood emerge and you wipe it on Jabber's lips, smearing it like lipstick. He pokes his tongue out to lick his lips clean, giving you a grin. On his toned stomach blooms a nasty purple bruise, probably from earlier, you couldn't help yourself but to press on it— Jabber groans, fists clenching the pillow under him. You continue pressing on his bruise, loving the way he responds. Both of your thumbs press circles around his skin, his breath hitches at every little movement you make. As you lay between his legs, you could feel his clothed erection poking on your own stomach. You expected as much, sooner or later.
"Stop- stop, I might— hngh- I might cum."
How nice it was of him to warn you, he's certainly become more obedient from when you first started this relationship. You stop, he breathes a sigh of relief– you felt his calloused fingers brush against your face, his thumbs pressing on your cheekbones– pulling you close to meet his lips. You slither your way above him. Your pelvises resting on top— clothed erections rubbing against each other. Jabber groans as you move your hips, under your weight, you could feel a ladder of piercings from his erections rub against yours. Your hips rut forward, heavier, an intent to make him finish before you. He tries pushing you off, but to no avail, you instead pin his arms above his head– rendering him helpless under your touch. Soon he came in his underwear, making a mess of himself. That didn't stop you from reaching your high.
Jabber felt his brain frying, "Fuck– I just, ngh- I just came, man~" You felt yourself coming close, your hips stutter and your thighs shake from exhaustion. He felt your grip release his pinned arms— eyes following your hand as you pull your erection out of its confines, stroking yourself along your thrusts. Jabber bites his lip, pushing his own underwear down to reveal his slightly limp cock— four barbel piercings adorning along his frenum— slowly recovering from its previous release.
He wraps his calloused hand on both of your erections, his rings along with the sensation of his piercings rubbing on your cock slowly drives you to the edge. Jabber's thumb smears the precum coming from both of you– easing the strokes. You bury your head on the crook of Jabber's neck, digging your teeth, deep enough to feel his skin break, his crimson red blood filling your mouth. "Fuuck, you're such a sadist~" Jabber came alongside you, his head feeling like it's been stuffed by cotton.
You move away from him, eyes half lidded, his body twitches slightly. His fingers mix your spent with his, dragging them along his chest to his mouth, licking it clean– intensely locking eye contact with you as his tongue licks the crevices of his hand.
"You're putting on such a good show— makes me want to go all the way through."
"Is it working?" Jabber feels your erection twitch on his thigh.
cw: sub!gris, dom reader, size kink, power play, lifting/carrying, overstimulation, grinding, manhandling (from you to him), begging, degradation/praise mix, dom!smaller reader × sub!big man dynamic
・gris is huge — tall, thickly built, heavy hands, broad chest and he still looks at you like you’re the one who could break him. you climb into his lap, straddle his thighs, and suddenly he's the one holding still like a good boy.
・he’s hyper aware of how much bigger he is than you. always holding back. always cautious. and that’s exactly why it drives him wild when you take control — when you use the size difference, not fight it.
・you tug his belt open like it’s nothing. you shove him to sit down and ride him slow, whispering things like “look how easy it is to put you under me.”
and gris? he groans and grabs the sheets like he’s being wrecked.
・when you climb onto him, he automatically holds you by the hips gently. always gently. but if you grab his wrists and pin them back, make him let you do the moving? he falls apart. fast.
・“you’re too big to be this obedient.” you tease him for it. and he loves it.
you tell him he should be the one in charge, but here he is gasping, whimpering, flushed all the way to his ears, letting you grind down on his cock while he stays perfectly still.
・his favorite thing: when you kiss down his chest, over all the scars and solid muscle, and murmur “mine.” he doesn’t know how to say it out loud, but he wants to be kept.
he wants your smaller hands tugging his hair, your teeth on his skin, your voice saying “good boy.”
・he doesn’t know what to do when you get mean with him. not cruel just confident. in control. “use your voice. beg for it.” he tries. stutters. whines. fails. and you tell him that’s okay. you don’t need words. just stay open and let me take care of you. and he nods red-faced, trembling like it’s a command from god.
・he’ll let you wreck him, and then still try to carry you to bed after, even with his legs shaking.“you don’t have to lift me.” “…i want to.”
a/n: ugh, i want to get him pregnant… i know I can!
You got drunk as hell after a small celebration for a successful mission with your team.
Fuu:
Fuu was officially part of the Cleaners, thanks to Enjin's constant supervision and evaluation of him. Most of the time you were paired up with him in missions, you being a year older than him.
Your time together made you learn a lot of things about him.
You learned that he loves being ordered around, unconfident, and a literal sweetheart. When you first worked together on a mission assigned by Enjin, he was just standing there as you quite literally got thrown around by a giant gorilla like trashbeast.
"FU! WHAT ARE YOU STANDING THERE FOR? HELP ME OUT!"
Within a blink of an eye the trashbeast fell on the ground– disintegrating. Fu stands there– barely panting. When he sees you, he immediately rushes towards your direction. You've only heard of what he can do– not really seen it in the flesh.
"Fu?" He seems different, you know it's him but at the same time, not.
"It's Hii." He doesn't say much and soon fizzles back into Fuu.
"What the hell just happened?" Fuu gently carries you on his back while you were still processing what just occurred. You grab a hold of his cheeks, squishing between your index finger and thumb.
"Tell me."
He sputters out an answer, explaining how he can switch out with "Hii"— he shakes the cursed doll in his pocket— when given an order to.
Months pass and your relationship grew. Fuu responds well with your non-verbal cues, compared to having you word everything out for him a month ago. He has gained a little more confidence about himself from your constant praise.
In turn, Fuu absolutely loves you. He loves how you order him around constantly– even though some people outside the Cleaners think you're over working this man to death. They definitely didn't see Fuu's delighted face as he carries out every single order you gave him.
Today you were given a mission to clear out trashbeasts from a growing polluted zone, unfortunately you couldn't take Fuu with you since Enjin assigned him to a different team this time.
The fight with this trashbeast has got you stretching some sore spots.
"I've definitely grew lenient on myself these days." You jump over the bull like trashbeast. "Definitely my fault for making Fuu do all the work."
You obliterated the trashbeast later on– only sustaining minor injuries. But hey, nothing like a quick drink in a pub can't fix!
Later on, you made your way towards your room– with the help of Zanka who happened to see you sauntering in the halls.
"Thank you, Zankaaa!"
"Yeah, yeah. Don't get yourself drunk out of your ass next time!"
When you open the door to your room, Fuu was already there– standing by the entrance. He takes your hand and hurriedly drags you to your bed.
"W-where have you been? I got so worried when Enjin said he sent you on a mission—"
"I'm fiiine, just a couple bruises here and there."
"Then- then you should've went to Eisha immediately!"
His concern is absolutely adorable, he intertwined his fingers with yours– feeling the warmth of your palms against his.
"Chill out, Fuu. I wasn't seriously injured, I'll go tomorrow. Happy?"
He nods, tears threatening to fall from his eyes. You sigh– letting go of his hands to open your arms, signaling him to give you a hug. He gives you a bone crushing embrace– a groan emitted from you made him remember of your bruises.
"You know Fuu.. I realized something out there– while fighting those trashbeasts."
"What is it?" He looks up at you.
"I'm washed... I guess I've grown weak since I always let you do the heavy lifting in fights. Maybe I should stop ordering you around as much–"
"NONONONO PLEASE NO!"
Fuu grabs your shoulder, his hands shaking– tears and snot falling from his face. This hypothetical suggestion of yours already has him broken, like you're literally breaking up with him. Still, you find this desperate, pathetic side of him oh so endearing.
"Okay! Okay! I won't." You probably will.
You can't be so dependent on him that one moment he isn't with you could be the last moment you'll ever have. But he doesn't need to know that right now, does he?
His tears stopped falling but he's still sniffling hard while staring up at you– his chin resting on your chest. You place a kiss on his forehead, trailing it to the side of his temple and kissing his ear. He leans away from you– away from your ticklish lips.
"S-stop it! Haha- it tickles!"
But you held his head firm. Going to the other side to continue your onslaught of kisses. You stop, now staring at his eyes while you gently kiss his lips. Fuu closed his eyes as you both be still for a moment.
"Fuu, can you switch to Hii?" Confused as to why, he willing does.
The air grows heavy around you as you feel the change happening right before your eyes. When the transformation was done, Hii's sharp eyes stare at you– a mix of confusion and irritation present in his gaze.
"Why'd you call me out here? Ya got anything for me to do?"
"Nope! I think you deserve this as much as he does." Hii was well aware of what was happening before the switch. He was literally just at the nightstand watching the two of you suck at each other's faces!
Hii doesn't reject your touch and closes the gap between you himself. It was a short kiss that left a prominent blush on his face.
"Not half as bad."
"Shut up, it's not like you've kissed anyone else."
Hii looks away, you're right. Fuu has never been in a romantic relationship with anyone else but you. Hii has seen that you actually care about this idiot. He likes that you take control of them but don't abuse them for despicable things. He's seen the progress Fuu has achieved— still a pathetic, spineless coward— but lesser now that he's been part of the Cleaners and your life.
Deeming your request as done, Fuu got switched back. A dopey grin present on his face. He's absolutely happy that you included Hii in your little session and hopes you do it more in the future.
You plop down on your bed– Fuu still laying on you chest, your fingers playing with the strands of his hair until you both fall asleep.
Zodyl:
Zodyl felt a splitting headache from drinking a bit too much of the alcohol Cthoni bought. He wasn't much of a drinker, but with you– laughing and chatting him all up in between drinks, had him lost count.
When you asked Jabber if he had anything that could get you high– Zodyl immediately interjected and asked you go with him to his room.
"I didn't think you'd be so forward, Zodyl~"
"Shut it, you're already drunk."
He sat you down on the only furniture in his room, the couch. He sits beside you, his hand hasn't let go of you from the moment he took you away from the party. You steady your hazy gaze towards him. His eyes staring at the static from the television, you tug on his hand– turning his attention away from it.
"Surely you didn't take me here just to stare at that screen?" You keep pulling until your chests are leaning against each other. In this close proximity, you can see purple hues scattered around his eyes. You gently touch one under his eye, afraid that it might be a bruise and hurt him. Zodyl leans to your touch– your palm resting against his cheek. You both stare at each other's eyes, only the sound of static from the television can be heard.
Zodyl takes the initiative and leans towards you first— but you stop him, covering his mouth. Instead, you kiss the tip of his nose then the purple hues around his eyes. Still, he felt slightly offended that you haven't placed your soft lips against his.
As if sensing his dissatisfaction, you pull away from his face.
"If you want me to kiss you on your lips, you better brush your mouth clean." He looks at you– confused as he can be. "I saw you eat that cockroach, Zodyl."
He groans, he eventually stood up from the couch– still not letting go of your hand and lets it stretch until you're out of his reach.
He comes back a bit later and had you check his mouth. His breath smells like he drank half a bottle of mouthwash. You're worried he actually did.
He stares at you— deadpanned. The cogs in his mind are probably thinking if you're gonna kiss him now or not. Once again you held his face on your hands, playfully squishing his cheeks. It's quite comedical with how soulless his eyes can be.
You first plant kisses on the bridge of his nose, Zodyl's eyes close from the comfort you bring. Then the piercings on his ear, trailing back on his squished cheeks that you couldn't resist giving a gentle bite. He gives you a glare– not enough to intimidate just something to tell you to get on with it.
Once you placed your lips against his you could feel his whole body relax against you— as if melting under your touch— he closes his eyes, his fingers gripping on the hem of your shirt. The kiss felt like it lasted hours when it's only been a few minutes. Zodyl pushed you back, breathless.
He assumes back to his original position, sitting back down on the couch side by side.
"Please stop eating gross things again, Zodie. If you're hungry I'll cook something up for you, okay?"
He hums in response.
Gris:
"GRIS WHAT WOULD I DO WITHOUT YOU! AHH— BLEERGGH"
you sob as you hurl the contents of your stomach down the toilet. Gris makes sure to keep your hair off your face while rubbing and patting your back.
"I'm right here, love. Come on now, let's get you cleaned up."
You stood up from the floor with the help of Gris and rinsed your mouth. Gris stood beside you throughout the whole thing. He then helps you out of your uniform and changes it to your pajamas. As he was about to throw your dirty clothes in a basket, you grab the hem of his shirt.
"Gris, am I annoying you?" Tears and snot were already streaming down on your face. Gris had to fight the urge to cackle right in front of you. You buried your face on his shirt, he held your hand and knelt down to face you.
"Not in the slightest, love. You know I want to be able to help you in any way I can." His thumb swipes a tear from your face, giving you a gentle smile. Still, you kept sobbing.
"Hic– you promise?" Gris sighs and holds your head steady on his palms. He began kissing every inch of your face, only begging him to stop when it began to feel ticklish.
"Get some rest now, you're in for one huge hangover when you wake up." Gris tucks you in for the night. He then went out to the infirmary to fetch something that could ease your hangover for tomorrow.
"BWAHAHAHA! WHAT THE HELL IS THAT ON YOUR SHIRT" Enjin cackles. When Gris looked over to what he's pointing at— it was a wet imprint of your tear-stained face– complete with your nose and open mouth. Like a kid's doodle of what a crying face looks like. Gris couldn't help but to chuckle at how stupid and endearing it was.
