My bad dawg

Excuse?

I think you’re the one who needs to be excused dawg

I feel like you need to be smacked to rearrange your thinkpan back into working order-

I… You didn’t need to say cock bbq sauce

>… He is now looking down at them with a look that said he was going to choke them.

NEVER BACK DOWN NEVER WHAT?

Chomp the nearest person, teeth digging into their skin.

Still latched on, staring back at the other.

Increase the intensity of the bite, make it hurt without being lethal.

Licking his maw he would shrug his scaling off of his body, black scales dropping like flies as he replaced his shirt. “Hate being dead for so long. It gets uncomfortable feeling a crick in the neck ya know?”

Jolting awake before running into the nearest wall.

Sniff snoff. He’s sniffing the reader’s hair. “Jeez you smell.”

Opening his maw he’s going to bite the reader on their cheek, teeth barely digging in.

Real

||Pain