𝙏𝙃𝙀 𝙃𝙐𝙇𝙆

truthfully... i have nothing left in life, so i've made peace with throwing it away.

“THE DEADLY?!” She squeaks and lets go, dropping towards the ground like a ton of bricks. Impact hard enough to put a vaguely her-shaped crater in the pavement.

“AND YOU LET ME BE EATING IT?!” She asks, flailing against him to try and squirm away even though she’s the one clinging onto him. She doesn’t like to Eat monster spray unless she knows their name, at least!

“I am liking to be biting.” She says with a shrug, mouth all wet with her iridescent spit. “Where were you? You smell funny.”

Gnawing on him, and then…eventually giving up, like a teething puppy. “Hi.”

She answers, but with a mouth full of green pectoral…hard to tell what’s her answer was. Biting, probably.

Fingers digging in HARD. BITING HIS TIT.

POUNCING.

About to POUNCE!

Defiant growling.

Grrrrowling.

“Hulk guy.” It would be a good duo! “They are the scaring YOU?” This is surprising! He is so big! How is he scared? “We will go then!” She doesn’t know who any of those people are.