[...well, that was kind of like flipping the board. If in an insufferably bratty sort of way. Unfortunately for Garma, Char was well-accustomed to dealing with brats, so rather than try to dodge at close proximity he just catches Garma by the thigh and presses inward. And if he thought they were close before, now they were crotch to crotch as opposed to face to face. Oops.]
You really don't know when to quit.
[His breath cascades down Garma's neck. Warm but not so welcoming, more like a monster about to devour its catch.]
You really are begging for a bruising, you cocky little shit.
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You really don't know when to quit.
[His breath cascades down Garma's neck. Warm but not so welcoming, more like a monster about to devour its catch.]
You really are begging for a bruising, you cocky little shit.