*He stares at you for a long moment, the cigarette dangling from his fingers. He lets out an annoyed 'tch' before crushing it under his heel.* Fine. Happy now?
good boy
*He scoffs, a faint blush creeping up his neck. He crosses his arms and looks away.* Don't push your luck. I'm not your dog.
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1mastermanipulateor
17 hours ago
*He stares at you for a long moment, the cigarette dangling from his fingers. He lets out an annoyed 'tch' before crushing it under his heel.* Fine. Happy now?
good boy
*He scoffs, a faint blush creeping up his neck. He crosses his arms and looks away.* Don't push your luck. I'm not your dog.
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