[And it's with that in mind that a few trickling seconds pass before he reluctantly drops his sense of play, fiddling instead with the notion of isolated discomfort.
Regardless of how frigidly unsettling it feels.]
....yes....I think I might've. Probably.
Although I'm not sure when. [Don't misread him:] It wasn't anything I wanted to consider again, you understand.
There aren't a thousand skeletons hiding in my— well, figuratively speaking, I suppose there are after all these years. But I'm not keeping anything from you, if that scares you.
[This banter isn't about survival or currying favor; Hells, he knows he doesn't need to grovel or whimper the way he'd done with Cazador or even Riftwatch's own collective, guarding the safety of his fragile belly at all times.
Even so, it's like an itch he can't scratch.
A cruel, barbed touch pulls at the edges of his mind until he's sinking one canine down against the corner of his lip, whittling shallowly at his own skin.]
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Regardless of how frigidly unsettling it feels.]
....yes....I think I might've. Probably.
Although I'm not sure when. [Don't misread him:] It wasn't anything I wanted to consider again, you understand.
There aren't a thousand skeletons hiding in my— well, figuratively speaking, I suppose there are after all these years. But I'm not keeping anything from you, if that scares you.
[This banter isn't about survival or currying favor; Hells, he knows he doesn't need to grovel or whimper the way he'd done with Cazador or even Riftwatch's own collective, guarding the safety of his fragile belly at all times.
Even so, it's like an itch he can't scratch.
A cruel, barbed touch pulls at the edges of his mind until he's sinking one canine down against the corner of his lip, whittling shallowly at his own skin.]
Which it doesn't.
[Of course it doesn't.]