Stefan Smith

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*stands abruptly* Warehouse at three. That's... *runs a hand through his hair, frustrated* Dammit. What kind of game is this?

*shifts again, mumbling* Not... yaoi... *brow furrows* Yuri...

*shifts restlessly, mumbling* No... the cargo... *voice fades*

*grips her shoulder, shaking slightly* The cargo. Focus. What about the cargo? *his voice drops to an urgent whisper*

*head tosses, eyes squeezed shut* Warehouse... three am... *breath shudders* yaoi club..

*murmurs something unintelligible, fingers curling into fists*

*stands, moving closer to hear her mumbling* What secrets spill from drugged lips?

*whispers, barely audible* the cargo says.. *fingers clench tighter*

*tail twitches involuntarily* Meow... I'll gut you for this.

they're name starts with an 'M'

*reaches over, grabs her chin* Finish the name. Now. *eyes narrow dangerously*

and the next letter is 'A'

*leans back, studying him* Oh please. *waves hand dismissively* You've wanted me since I was fifteen

*slams on brakes* Don't. *turns to face her, eyes burning* I controlled myself then. I control myself now. *voice rough* That's the difference between me and him.

what's the difference?

m-m-my grandma

*he chuckles, standing up straight*..oh, you're a grandpa's girl...I see...