‍ ‍‍ ‍‍ 𝒃𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐝 ‍‍𝒍𝐮𝐬𝐭͟. ‍‍︶ ๋ ࣭

⠀ ⠀      ″ canino. ″ dialect is a perfect      imitation of his 、 rolled perhaps a      tad too crisply off his tongue. twin      index reaches out to hook under the      other side of his upper lip —— to      ﹢ ⠀ ⠀

shower with meeeeee.

nnnnaw... we're so okay. don't worry, okay? [ holds a messy hand up. wiggles fingers. ]

i feel sooooo good, shut up?

⠀ ⠀      practically⠀putty⠀in⠀his⠀hand 、 isn′t⠀      he ׅ𖤠⠀how⠀pathetic⠀﹒﹒﹒⠀gone⠀is⠀all      his⠀prior⠀entitlement⠀𖬺͟⠀bravado⠀——      and⠀alastor⠀just⠀has⠀to⠀put⠀it⠀to      the⠀final⠀test.⠀lips⠀murmur⠀against      ﹢ ⠀ ⠀

sooooo much shit. like... cocaine and weed and some sick-ass cocktail!

hhhhehehhhe. [ he is FUCKED up (cross-faded). ]

The attitude is certainly noted, eyes watching carefully behind that smile the newly appointed assistant wears. ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀❝ Of course—— ! I'm all ready for action, sir! ❞ A light giggle falls out of her, a step already being taken back towards her desk's location. —

long fingers thread and twist in dark hair, head lulling back and eyes sliding shut. stifling a moan with a giggle, valentino's knees nearly give out. god. ❝ you son of a bitch—— ❞ a hushed whisper between clenched teeth. a fidget.

͏ (ah, the     inevitable topic    of    conversation    .ᐟ.ᐟ that    of   which    he    figured,   he's  seen   such   expressions nearly more times    than one can count, which only serves to   make him 𝐬𝐦𝐢𝐥𝐞.)

⠀ ⠀      ″⠀you′ll⠀be⠀my⠀loyal⠀mutt 、 yes ׅ𖤠⠀″      head⠀tilts⠀with⠀a⠀flash⠀of⠀specs 、      an⠀odd⠀rising⠀of⠀a⠀rare⠀carnal⠀urge      parting⠀his⠀lips⠀so he⠀can⠀run⠀his      tongue⠀up vincent′s⠀chin 、 over lips⠀﹒﹒﹒            ﹢ ⠀ ⠀