09-23-2018, 02:23 PM
Unbe-fucking-lievable.
Omfg they’re relentless, crawlin’ all over him and touching him and sneaking nasty little kisses to his skin like they owned him or some shit. And fucking nose boop?! REALLY? He glowers at bug-bitch and tosses his head again, trying to bat her out of the air, send her flying a little. “Get the fuck off me!” he growls, kicking out at crazy with a front leg and snorting, shaking his head and pulling away.
Crazy rubs her face on him like a little weirdo, scolding him and smirking at him all suggestively, and he just fuckin’ glares. “No. No good biting, not gonna happen.” Freeeeeak. Aims a bite for her nose when she kisses his jaw, ears pinned and tail lashing, and bumps against her with his shoulder, trying to shove her away and hell, maybe smush Thing Two at the same time.
“Go. Away,” he growls, even though growling’s gotten him fuckin’ nowhere so far.
He doesn’t even have time to notice Thing Two’s disappeared, too distracted dealing with Crazy and her personal space issues. Respect a motherfucker’s bubble, okay? Carnage’s teeming balls, they’re both so fuckin’ clingy and touchy and kissy. Gross. “No. Bad crazy. Bad. Back off.”
Does she listen, though? Of fuckin’ course not. He grumbles again, opens his mouth to lash out some more when Thing Two basically starts groping him, touching his wing in super sensitive places that make him twist away. “Fuck! Quit it! No touchy! Do you two not understand the meaning of the word no?!”
Oh holy shit though she got normal-sized somewhere along the line, he didn’t expect that and his eyes widen a little. Probably shoulda, ‘cause well. Magic and all. He eyes her warily, blowing out a nervous snort now that there’s two of them closer to his size, feelin’ outnumbered and surrounded with one on each side. “You seriously need to work on your game. With someone else.” Sure as hell not feelin’ the seduction, so much as just relentlessly bombarded with crazy and groped.
By kids, no less.
“Ohhhmygod stop touching me.” He shies away as Thing Two nibbles on his wings, jumping forward and shaking himself, stretching out his wings and drawing himself up to his full height and trying to make himself bigger as he turns to face them. Not that being bigger than them seemed to matter, but still. As big and tall and broad as he can manage, neck arched like he’s takin’ no sass from nobody, eyes narrowed at them all intense, nostrils flared. Raises one hoof and paws at the ground, lookin' all majestic and shit.
Probably super intimidating. Just saying.
“Go home, girls. You can’t handle this.”
Omfg they’re relentless, crawlin’ all over him and touching him and sneaking nasty little kisses to his skin like they owned him or some shit. And fucking nose boop?! REALLY? He glowers at bug-bitch and tosses his head again, trying to bat her out of the air, send her flying a little. “Get the fuck off me!” he growls, kicking out at crazy with a front leg and snorting, shaking his head and pulling away.
Crazy rubs her face on him like a little weirdo, scolding him and smirking at him all suggestively, and he just fuckin’ glares. “No. No good biting, not gonna happen.” Freeeeeak. Aims a bite for her nose when she kisses his jaw, ears pinned and tail lashing, and bumps against her with his shoulder, trying to shove her away and hell, maybe smush Thing Two at the same time.
“Go. Away,” he growls, even though growling’s gotten him fuckin’ nowhere so far.
He doesn’t even have time to notice Thing Two’s disappeared, too distracted dealing with Crazy and her personal space issues. Respect a motherfucker’s bubble, okay? Carnage’s teeming balls, they’re both so fuckin’ clingy and touchy and kissy. Gross. “No. Bad crazy. Bad. Back off.”
Does she listen, though? Of fuckin’ course not. He grumbles again, opens his mouth to lash out some more when Thing Two basically starts groping him, touching his wing in super sensitive places that make him twist away. “Fuck! Quit it! No touchy! Do you two not understand the meaning of the word no?!”
Oh holy shit though she got normal-sized somewhere along the line, he didn’t expect that and his eyes widen a little. Probably shoulda, ‘cause well. Magic and all. He eyes her warily, blowing out a nervous snort now that there’s two of them closer to his size, feelin’ outnumbered and surrounded with one on each side. “You seriously need to work on your game. With someone else.” Sure as hell not feelin’ the seduction, so much as just relentlessly bombarded with crazy and groped.
By kids, no less.
“Ohhhmygod stop touching me.” He shies away as Thing Two nibbles on his wings, jumping forward and shaking himself, stretching out his wings and drawing himself up to his full height and trying to make himself bigger as he turns to face them. Not that being bigger than them seemed to matter, but still. As big and tall and broad as he can manage, neck arched like he’s takin’ no sass from nobody, eyes narrowed at them all intense, nostrils flared. Raises one hoof and paws at the ground, lookin' all majestic and shit.
Probably super intimidating. Just saying.
“Go home, girls. You can’t handle this.”