i'm not a violent dog， i don't know why i bite.

Morning.

Mmm . ( stumbling across, finding himself leaning against him — only a little bit. ) do you have some ready or do you want me to get both of us some?

Thank you! You too, how has your day been?

We are giving kisses to Anaxagoras? I’ll take the offer.

. . Can I , coach ? ( What a liar for putting on the good boy facade. Of course he would get what he wanted.)

Coach Anaxa I can make this gun kink of yours true.

// I will go power clean for a second . Hold on .

( Falling upon bruised & beaten knees, scraped by tragedy — he is down in front of him now , looking up with begging — almost teary baby blues.) “ Please, let me taste you.”

( Sits in front of 𝘃esp͟ers ‍‍‍ ‍ℴ𝒻 ‍ ‍ ‍* 𝑠𝑎𝑐𝑟𝑖𝒍𝒆𝒈𝒆. & ── 𝗙𝗶𝗻𝗮𝗹 𝗞𝗶𝗻𝗴 upon a leather chair , getting comfortable by manspreading and taking a drag of his cigarette.) “ So . . whatever is going on between you two . . go ahead and show me . “

Goood morning.

He is back .