i licked it so it's mine

james

smoking kills

"What?" The snake cried; it was clearly news to him. Looking down his fingers trailed on the netting that covered his scrawny chest and peek-a-boo nipples, to the colourful scarf around his waste. Pfff. The man didn't know what he was on about. James always looked good. Coked-out, disordered, and probably disease carrying, but good. "Oh! Cheers, mate." The snake said with a winning smile, reaching out for the apple and shining it on his blanket. "No offense or nothin', I just don't know where your hands have been, y'know?" Which, coming from James who looked like he'd consider a dumpster 5-star accommodations, was rather hilarious, and clearly not seriously-meant. "Whatchu mean heal me?" The snake said with an intrigued tilt of his head.

"Oh, so you're some sort of eel expert, are ya?" The snake quipped with a challenging grin. "Bet I can guess how you find out about their teeth, ehh?" He added with a cackle, and an obvious glance towards Loren's loins.

but so does love.