LOCKE
He's not sure if she knows or if it's on purpose but she's definitely broken his brain. He was not at all thinking about the logistics of a threesome with the Voice's demi-gods, not at all. Except then his hidey hole is being upturned and there's a very large cat in front of him. Even if she's likely not to hurt him, instinct screams to run or fight. He coils himself, ready to spring, before opening his mouth and hissing. His fangs are practically dripping with venom and he almost wonders if he could hurt himself with it. Nah, he'll be fine.
Well kitty cat, seems like you've caught me properly. What's next? Despite the way he puffs up and he tries to make himself large, he's afraid. Because of course he is. He has no where to run and his only defense is useless against her. He feels guilty for even have tried it. But then again, how many people could survive his bite?
Well kitty cat, seems like you've caught me properly. What's next? Despite the way he puffs up and he tries to make himself large, he's afraid. Because of course he is. He has no where to run and his only defense is useless against her. He feels guilty for even have tried it. But then again, how many people could survive his bite?
I wanna make up my mind
But I don't know myself
But I don't know myself
