there's a bullet in my pocket
laith
12-04-2021, 10:40 AM
Though he was practically giddy now Tyrian did his best to keep his feelings off his face as he sought to loom over the now prone dickish stranger. This was simply too good, too delicious, to ruin with an untamed snigger. Honestly it was exactly the sort of pick-me-up he needed. How long had it been since he'd had this much fun? Since before the moon had become a permanent fixture in the sky, certainly. As the stranger flailed at him Tyrian made half-hearted attempts to break through his defenses with reaching paws. All the while, in a small, strangled voice as he tried to keep it in check, Tyrian murmured, "Help, help, help..." His claws were sheathed for now as he poked, but that was subject to change if he got bitten and this stopped being entertaining. Though it broke character, Tyrian couldn't resist pointing out the obvious: "If you bite me you'll catch it." He lit up as though thinking of a grand idea and then added saucily, "Then you'll have crystal horns too. Now doesn't that sound like fun?" "" |
