i love it when i catch you looking at me
Stuffed toys are not nearly so wriggly as Ianto, though the fox is more than happy to receive his fuss. He delivers playful yips and snaps of teeth, pawing at Remi’s face more than once to leave a streak of mud there, before the Alchemist presses his cheek against his maw. I will definitely keep that in mind, he murmurs; gods know the fox is keen to keep himself out of trouble, and this spells trouble with a capital FUCK.
How much world is there, though? The fox whines low in the back of his throat, huffing out a dramatic sigh. Oodles, I bet, he says. This place will always surprise us. There’ll be more and more and more places, and we’re gonna end up wanting to see it. It’s the curse of souls like us. Always on the fucking move. He laughs.
How much world is there, though? The fox whines low in the back of his throat, huffing out a dramatic sigh. Oodles, I bet, he says. This place will always surprise us. There’ll be more and more and more places, and we’re gonna end up wanting to see it. It’s the curse of souls like us. Always on the fucking move. He laughs.
