[the first meow is pretty weak but he grins anyway because she does it. there. if his request for her to act like a cat is so they don't have to talk about those other things. the things that are better when they're out of sight and out of mind. things they can put behind them in favor of something silly and pointless like Nero acting like a cat.
don't kill birds, he has his own blue bird. and don't shit in a box, he's not that kinky.
but he is just kinky enough that when Nero takes her weak meow and starts licking her own hand. hm. this is... more sexy than he thought this would be. funny and kind of cute were the two things he pictured out of this. with all her dorky cat pillows, he thought she would just meow at him awkwardly until he had enough and let her off the hook.
he's made a mistake in asking her to pretend to be a cat. would a dog be better? still, this is leaps and bounds better than having her confess something she doesn't need to confess. it's better than the possibility of Robin saying something he doesn't need to say, either. but is it better than taking the escape when he had the chance?
as she smears his face, he's not entirely sure.
but he does know he's had enough. he takes the hand on his face and pulls her in. wine-chests sticking together again uncomfortably as he pulls her to him. he attempts to keep his breathing steady. now he knows he's into girls pretending to be cats and he hates himself. what the hell are these likes??]
Okay. Yes. Good job. You're an excellent cat. I can't believe you actually purred as you licked yourself...
[is his voice actually deeper and huskier than it was a minute ago? yeah. it is.]
i was hungover robin all day today
don't kill birds, he has his own blue bird. and don't shit in a box, he's not that kinky.
but he is just kinky enough that when Nero takes her weak meow and starts licking her own hand. hm. this is... more sexy than he thought this would be. funny and kind of cute were the two things he pictured out of this. with all her dorky cat pillows, he thought she would just meow at him awkwardly until he had enough and let her off the hook.
he's made a mistake in asking her to pretend to be a cat. would a dog be better? still, this is leaps and bounds better than having her confess something she doesn't need to confess. it's better than the possibility of Robin saying something he doesn't need to say, either. but is it better than taking the escape when he had the chance?
as she smears his face, he's not entirely sure.
but he does know he's had enough. he takes the hand on his face and pulls her in. wine-chests sticking together again uncomfortably as he pulls her to him. he attempts to keep his breathing steady. now he knows he's into girls pretending to be cats and he hates himself. what the hell are these likes??]
Okay. Yes. Good job. You're an excellent cat. I can't believe you actually purred as you licked yourself...
[is his voice actually deeper and huskier than it was a minute ago? yeah. it is.]
Are you gonna start kneading something, next?