โ hm. โ dry response given, eyes sliding to hood before completely sliding shit. heโs too sore. โ must be the nursinโ home yerโ smellinโ. โ
โ i donโt have any problems with a coupleโa grannies. โ a grin of his own forms on his features before his eyes press shut. a soft yawn leaving him. โ โm still a saint, no matter how bloodied of a sinner i get. โ