open.spotify.com/track/3TFtD8GZ… / literal perfect interpretation of my boy.

I'm not your monkey, i'm not your puppy.

you're my kitten. that's different.

as long as you properly submit to me.

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀if I show you who I am , you won't love me .

you may be a sinner, but your innocence is mine.

sulking.

gettin' ready to act the fuck up.

huh? here & there.

it's not like he wasn't going to come back. they will both live for thousands of years, so what's the big deal? "you look pissed."

whoops.

"next time, pray to me." jackyl replies with a shrug, slipping an arm around her waist and giving a tap to her rear. "you should anyway."

he makes a strange sound, something between a huff & laugh as he's taken back by her shove. not much, but just enough to catch his attention. " yet i always return.. so what, do you need me here to function? you look alive & well to me. or is it, you just need a good fuck?"

"... nothing." he answered simply.

approaches . .

" what?! no matter what i say, it seems to be wrong."

"been a while, huh?" grins.

"...." blink, blink. "between the two of us, wouldn't YOU be considered the one whining about my absence? it seems to have very much bothered you.. and here i am, unbothered."