[he drops oh so gratefully and gracefully to his ass in a heap, heart in his throat, ass in his spine or something--
pain ricochets through him and he sits back a little-- half to survey this Situation and half to stay the fuck away. No offense, Heine, but he doesn't feel very safe. He can feel it in the air...things are gonna get fucked up]
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pain ricochets through him and he sits back a little-- half to survey this Situation and half to stay the fuck away. No offense, Heine, but he doesn't feel very safe. He can feel it in the air...things are gonna get fucked up]
Yeah, I'm not his pet. Thanks.