β hm. β dry response given, eyes sliding to hood before completely sliding shit. heβs too sore. β must be the nursinβ home yerβ smellinβ. β
β i donβt have any problems with a coupleβa grannies. β a grin of his own forms on his features before his eyes press shut. a soft yawn leaving him. β βm still a saint, no matter how bloodied of a sinner i get. β