nothin' but a good time

N/A · 07-09-2013, 09:37 AM

He twisted his head to the side a bit like a curious bird while his sly eyes looked her over suspiciously. She claimed to not want it, but it eased his doubt only mildly. She donned a pleasant smile, her tail wagging and everything. So innocent! How dumb! Or maybe she wasn?t dumb. Maybe she was trying to be sneaky, and be friendly until she got close enough to steal the crinkly. The imp pushed his tongue from behind his lips, scraping the tip against his bottom teeth before licking his lips. A forepaw, streaked with faint lines of red, lifted to pull the plastic against his chest. He would keep the crinkly safe.

?Yes, she says hi,? his narrow voice cooed. Haunting blue eyes traced her form again, searching for something. Her body was perfect ? unmarred and healthy. It just begged to be ruined. And Caesar liked ruining things. He licked his lips again ? they always seemed so dry ? and pushed himself up into a sit, enduring the throbbing and stinging protest from his cuts. ?She comes here ? Caesar will give her the crinkly,? he urged her to approach, pinning on the bribery of the crinkly. The land around him was a minefield of glass shards. Maybe she wouldn?t see some of them in her lust for the crinkly. She would dance! He nearly giggled at the thought, but instead allow a muted and frail smirk to wind along his lips ? something that could?ve been mistaken for a kinder smile.

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