Cero's the mint pot into oblivion. "It was gonna d¡e in the desert, anyway."

His scrunched his nose and covered it. "Cause ya are too fuckin' predictable! Get that crap outta my face unless ya want me to Cero it to oblivion!" (💢)

"Oh, what ya gonna do? Throw mint to my face? Tch!" He eventually let's her go.

Tugs @luckymenace.bsky.social by the ears. "Ya again? Grass eater."

•°•🍀•°• 𝑳𝒖𝒄𝒌𝒚 𝑹𝒂𝒃𝒃𝒊𝒕 •°•🍀•°• “𝑆𝑤𝑒𝑒𝑡𝑙𝑦 𝑤𝑖𝑙𝑑, 𝑑𝑒𝑙𝑖𝑐𝑎𝑡𝑒 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑑𝑎𝑚𝑛𝑒𝑑.” ↻&♡

"Anyone here?"

#OC 🐯🦌 屋根の上から春がやってきた

#一次創作祭り春の陣2025 人外や獣人メインの創作男女を色々練る垢です📢

"......"

"I don't kiss and tell."

"Lyric wanted me to talk about their tits. Literally forced."

"It ain't about age, s'bout maturity. Which ya lack. Don't start conversations ya can't handle."

"......." "I'm a nipple enjoyer. Ya got problem with it, Kid? Is that too much for ya "adult" brain to handle?"

"Ya got real pressed with just ONE word. The world don't revolve around ya nipples. Grow up, Brat!"

"Ya started it!!"

"Now ya wanna tell me what I can and can't think about? Just say ya want me to look at ya nips. Ya already got me talkin' about them!"

"Who said I looked?"

"Why would ya care? Ya know, this is a really weird way to get me to talk about ya nipples. S'like ya /want/ me to see them."

"I only mentioned a body part. I think ya pretty paranoid and hearin' things."

"I didn't mention ya name. Ya sure quick to assume it's about ya. How come?"

"Nipples."

It's a harsh slap to the face when one realizes an after life is no better than the real deal. At times, its simply worst. Such is his fortune. A soul condemned to an everlasting punishment; insatiable hunger, haunted by shadows of memories losts, ruled by instinct and destruction. It could 》

He holds onto her hand. Its rare for him to get this sickly and when he does, it feels like an end he can't stop. A groan and a deep sigh. He tightens his grip on her hand. If he goes, he doesn't want to be alone.

After he lands on the bed he lays there unmoving. Breathing is labored and he groans at how uncomfortable his body feels. "Don't... leave...."

"Wait, ya are payin'?"

"No art credit?!!" Opens a Garganta to the Seireitei and projectiles Luppi to it.

"So am disposable after I'm all chewed up and flavorless?? Dismiss!!"

"No. Either answer is wrong! Ya cut off, too! Go back to that clown Shinigami's chamber!"

"Stop it!!" (💢)

"No... in ya eyes I am an underage light blue cat with interspecies parents!! Consider yaself cut off!!! Ya aint allowed near my no-no parts!!!"

"....." Google searches. [noun North American: a ball of chewing gum, typically with a hard--] *Scrolls* "....!!" [Gumball Watterson is the twelve-year-old, light blue male cat...] Puts phone away, taking a deep breath. "I... see...." (💢)

"Ya either a liar or got involved with a very defective clone. Cause I'm well aware that ya are a one-size fits all asshole."

"I see....."

"If ya /let/ me? Tch! What makes ya think ya got a sayin' on what I put in my mouth? That orgasm is on hold now."

Gulping some bile remnant, he nods and takes a deep breath. He makes a firm hold of her and took off in the direction she gave. He stops at the dark house in block, but his landing is clumsy and they stumble to the ground. By then, he's breathing heavily.

"Have I ever been there? I don't remember..." He wants to Sonido them there. "Tell me... where to go."

"Psh... fine, whatever. It's ya choice. We gotta hit that food court the second I ask for it!"

He tries his best not to place all his weight on her, but it is pretty difficult when he feels so light headed. "Where are ya takin' me?"

"What? Like gettin' in a Gigai and goin' to that overpopulated place? Couldn't ya pick an orgasm instead?"

"How do I get rid of it? Layin' in bed can't be it." Even though his throat felt like fire and his body ready to give in any second.

He squints his eyes after she tried the takoyaki. He had to admit, she was the one with the superior gift and being a beast of his word he had to accept and pay his debt. "Tsk, aight. State ya bonus gift."

He takes the piece of cloth and wipes his mouth with it, feeling rather weak to even do that. "Like a few days back.... startin' to feel weird. Got worst...." He sits rather slumped. Like the energy is drained from him.

He groans, feeling so uncomfortable and upset for it. He hated to feel so weak and vulnerable. But he eventually gives her a small nod as he tries to sit up.

He refuses to believe a flower can kill him. "I dunno.... feels like the end of the road for no reason. Just finish it already cause-- blrgh!!" Vomits again. Hack. Cough cough cough. Hack.

"W-hat... are... those?" His voice hoarse from bile burn. He coughs and groans. "Kill me."

Vomits. Drops to the ground. "F..uuuck...."

"Why the he'll would I enjoy that?" He lowers his arm and takes another drink.

we love with claws and teeth and the blood is just proof of how much. it's feral.

He looks over at the expected company. Taking a chug from the chocolaty drink he then offers it to them. "Likewise."