IM SORRY BUT IT LOOKS LIKE IF I PUT MY DICK IN IT ILL NEVER SEE IT AGAIN AND THE DAMN THING BLEACHES ITSELF AND BLEEDS ONCE A MONTH.
S E L F C L E A N I N G I S S C A R Y
"Do YOU need help? if not don't bother me." he had a slight accent, what it was is unclear. He had said it back, matching the sass, then started walking again with a small huff.
'is he into kinky shit?'
that was the only thought that passed though then he shrugged and walked down to where he was asked to meet him and then when getting there only then he thought 'what if its a trap?'
(DAMN BRO) *he was standing there* OI, i think what you can do is cool just by the way you murder that man I know what you are, I donβt understand why you didnβt kill me but *he put his hand out* letβs be friends
(WHAT?! ITS WHAT I THOUGHT)
he stared at his hand for a moment then back up at him. "what if i refuse this offer of friendship? are you going to tell on me?"