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Slithering in the vents.
Retracting all of his goo like a gentleman. β‘
Eyes locking on Chey. Happy purring from the vents.
I never really got a kiss before. Usually it's sounds of disgust or screams of fear.
Day 254 of making Bruce think I actually work for him.
Oh I couldn't impose. I'm perfectly content with treasuring the one.
He did math. Math hurt him for once.
Slithering out of the vents. Curling around her feet in goo form.
Purr purr
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