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[byanyname]

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either leave a message (or set of muses) for one of my assholes, or request a message from one of them. choose messages from the classic source, from your own skull, or whatever you may please.

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[honeystuff]

you think they sell twix here somewhere?

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[onefellswoop]

Not Wisborg, no.

Danish, yes.

In Zagreb. A brief and infuriating assignment.

The name is unimportant. Fucker doesn't deserve the recognition. Snide fucking pretentious fucking rat.

I half considered stabbing the bastard. Lucky for him, those were my more circumspect days.

[ ... ]

As it happens, I take no interest in Twix, though I understand they have a following. If the hotel shop fails you, I suggest hassling guests until you turn up a secret stash.

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[onefellswoop]

Hurry over, and we'll make victors of one another, hm?

I've a desire to bite my Puppy. Along the shoulder. Just below your jaw.

[honeystuff]

no froot loops, no twix, no sugar in your coffee, not much for fucking

[...]

how do you feel about honey?

[onefellswoop]

I've been known to accept the occasional sweet roll.

As for honey—

...Did you have something in mind, Puppy?

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[honeystuff]

[...]

ten minutes ago, i'd have offered to lick it off your cock

you can lick it off mine.

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[honeystuff]

[...Oh, right. ]

please, daddy?

[onefellswoop]

My my, Puppy.

Better grab a jar of honey along with that Twix. Something on the mellow side, hm?

I find I'm eager to try the taste of it.

[honeystuff]

that worked???

shit yes

omw

[onefellswoop]

[ Worth trying the honey, to witness the boy's excitement. To discover what it might bring to their play. To see how far he can drive the boy toward wild incoherence. ]

Hurry, Enri; Daddy's waiting.

Bring him his Puppy, and he'll bring you to rapture.