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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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[onefellswoop]

Dear, dear, I’m afraid I wear my nefariousness on my sleeve. Compatible or not, it precedes me wherever I may go.

Hm! The hay and dirt will simply have to learn to accommodate my presence.

As will the forest. Will you take me on a moonlit walk, Jack? Is that part of the all-inclusive Puppy package?

Inquiring minds wish to know. Inquiring minds implore consideration toward its admittance. I am greedy to see you in silver again.

You, my Puppy.

You, my Jack. My partner-in-not-crime in this thing we have—

For it is a thing, Jack. We are a thing, or at least I wish to take the liberty of saying so. And I do feel it.

‘It.’ An impression settled deep within my blood. A longing to see you, and a certainty - grown stronger still each hour - that I require the knowledge of you, and your presence.

Your voice, and your caress. (And, well, let’s not neglect that tongue of yours, hm?)

Am I then your— If the term doesn’t seem ill-fitting Your I’m not certain anyone would think to apply the word to a man of my habits, my years, my [ … ] Your boyfriend, Jack?

Are you then my own?

A novel term. A prospect I find I desire.