... might have been my mom.

I WAS ELEMENT YEARS OLD YOU REALLY THINK I REMEMBER THAT SHIT?!

YOU BOTH TRY TO HOLD A MORAL HIGH GROUND OVER ME.

builtdifferent.⠀ The fact that Attila is 8'3

⠀          　   ⠀               ‘‘ Hmm? What was that Cherry, I couldn't quite hear you over that blush of yours. ’’

⠀          　   ⠀               ‘‘ Mm, maybe not to you, but the sound of your blood flowing is very deep and rhythmic usually, but when you blush, oh how it quickens. ’’

⠀          　   ⠀               ‘‘ Oh relax, I don't do anything more than observe, I'm not about to weaponize this against you. ’’

⠀          　   ⠀               ‘‘ If you want me to shut up, you're going to have to do it yourself. You know how I like to run my mouth. ’’

⠀          　   ⠀               Lower left arm comes up, hand cupping her chin as he leaned in close, lips a breath away from hers as he spoke. ‘‘ Or what? You're going to get all huffy and blushy? ’’

⠀          　   ⠀               Then surely she'll be upset at him pressing a soft kiss to her lips, for both less than a moment and more than eternity. ‘‘ We both know I'd win, I was born to kill, my parents made sure of that, remember? ’’

⠀          　   ⠀               A laugh, though it was accented by those unusual sharp teeth of his, shining in the light as he spoke. ‘‘ Oh yeah, you're definitely as trained as me, no doubt, but the problem is those pesky morals of yours. ’’

⠀          　   ⠀               Still grinning wickedly, oh so close just in case she wanted to steal another kiss from him. ‘‘ Trust me, The Menagerie is self sustaining, as long as I keep from picking up too many mouths to feed, I'll feast like a king. ’’

⠀          　   ⠀               ‘‘ Aww, afraid that you'll start to like it? ’’ Lower arms hold her waist, pulling her in closer, their bodies now pressed into each other. This was followed by a whisper. ‘‘ We're all alone right now. ’’