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Flustered now. “F-fine. Whatever you say. ‘BOSS’.” He snaps. Tears are welling in his eyes and he doesn’t want it to be seen. He’s turning on his heel and storming in the opposite direction. “Jerk. Jerk. Jerk!” He shrieks in a whisper.
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“No… “ Voice quivers. “I’ll work extra hours to pay it off, but please, don’t take my paycheck. I’m barely able to afford groceries right now. I need the money I get.”
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A show downtown? He’s pretty sure he can make that work. He’s got a lot of projects due soon, but what’s one more night? Wouldn’t kill, would it? No. “I’d actually love to come to your show if you’ll have me?” He’s positively radiant at the idea.
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Replying to @BL00DSAINT
- time finding something inside you, in that case."
Free hand reaching to gently grasp and tip Micah's chin up, bringing lips in close enough to almost brush— testing, asking, a final permission to have him exactly where he wants him.
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He’s leaning in as the other takes his chin in their grasp. Their lips brush and he visibly swallows thickly. He had about a factual of a second to decide what to do and he can’t figure it out. He feels himself internally panicking so violently that his heart throbs.
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He’s not sure what to do now and since words aren’t working, he quickly roundhouses his face with his palm. It stings as he slaps him. Not that it was gonna do much but piss him off more.
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He’s doing his best to stay calm. “I’m not anyone special, because if I was, you’d keep me, not eat me, & I doubt you wanna keep me. So the smart thing to do is let me go. Hell, I’ll even buy you dinner.” He’s trying to bargain.
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“It tastes awful. I can guarantee it.” He jerks back as the nail coursed across his body. “Maybe you should consider letting me go? That would make everything better for the both of us.” He doesn’t have a card to play.
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“I’m complaining about it and there is a difference.” He winches violently as the tail wraps around his throat. “What…” he can’t get anything else out. What does the other want from him now????
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