You always liked the taste of blood
and i get off when i point the gun
Nephele can't help the slight snort of amusement that leaves her at Ianto's miserable luck, biting down on her lip to prevent it from worsening and reaching his ears. Her own efforts are slow, slower than she would have liked admittedly, but at least progress is made. A singular dummy standing solid and expressionless before her with a few moments worth of toil.
Glancing above, Nephele notes Alina is making far swifter progress than the rest of them. Not normally an overtly competitive spirit, Nephele nonetheless buckles down to try and make more dummies at a faster pace without sacrificing their quality or stability.
Neph keeps making dummies!
Glancing above, Nephele notes Alina is making far swifter progress than the rest of them. Not normally an overtly competitive spirit, Nephele nonetheless buckles down to try and make more dummies at a faster pace without sacrificing their quality or stability.
Neph keeps making dummies!
it's so good to have someone
to be so very bad with
NEPHELE
