Maybe all you need is someone to trust
"The opinion of me and every other Torcher is not biased, thank you." He shoves her back lightly before turning to kiss her. He can already feel the sweat starting to creep up onto his skin where they're touching but it's fine. It wouldn't be the first time nor the last time they've been sweaty together. Its just part of living in Torchline. "Nope. Then again there aren't many whores as ambitious as you." He sure wasn't, his mom sure as hell wasn't. Maeve truly is a breed all of her own. "You don't think the gods pal around up there..?" Wherever there is..
She's playing with his hand and he imagines, faintly what it'd be like to let her play with his paws again. He's got some big ol beans now. "Probably something scraggly. Or brown. Or both. Fancy myself a little alley cat, all spitting and no bite." He's really smoothed out recently, hasn't he? Her next comment makes him hum and he wants to say something but he doesn't, letting it go for the time being to tilt his head against her's.
She's playing with his hand and he imagines, faintly what it'd be like to let her play with his paws again. He's got some big ol beans now. "Probably something scraggly. Or brown. Or both. Fancy myself a little alley cat, all spitting and no bite." He's really smoothed out recently, hasn't he? Her next comment makes him hum and he wants to say something but he doesn't, letting it go for the time being to tilt his head against her's.
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