[He still feels baffled. Assuming they're not an old man, why would someone take something like that on purpose? Performance anxiety?
He'll pass, thanks.
Speaking of passing, there's another great reason never to sleep with his so-called husband. He watches Leona tear open the fabric with no small amount of fascination. What claw-like hands! And yet, if that was someone's skin, it'd be a crime scene. But what's he tearing a hole for, anyway?
... ah, yes.
Never mind Leona's Golden Peacock apologism, though. (Or is it Stockholm Syndrome, considering he's been kidnapped?) That thing sticking out of his backside and almost sweeping the floor is far more interesting!]
That was for your tail, huh?
[He cranes his head around to stare openly.]
It's an awfully long one. Do people ever step on it accidentally? Or grab it and pull it as a prank?
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He'll pass, thanks.
Speaking of passing, there's another great reason never to sleep with his so-called husband. He watches Leona tear open the fabric with no small amount of fascination. What claw-like hands! And yet, if that was someone's skin, it'd be a crime scene. But what's he tearing a hole for, anyway?
... ah, yes.
Never mind Leona's Golden Peacock apologism, though. (Or is it Stockholm Syndrome, considering he's been kidnapped?) That thing sticking out of his backside and almost sweeping the floor is far more interesting!]
That was for your tail, huh?
[He cranes his head around to stare openly.]
It's an awfully long one. Do people ever step on it accidentally? Or grab it and pull it as a prank?