don, hesitant, using hir best puppydog eyes "must i really part with rocinante in this venture...?" rodya sighs a little laugh and combs her fingers through dons hair "chiquita, i know you dont care, but those things are filthy." don whines a protest, but rodya quickly follows: "you wouldnt want to sully a lady's bed, now would you?~" don immediately perks up, the gears turning in hir head at the phrasing, "ah, yes, of course not, my lady!" ze nods furvently, quickly moving hir hands down to hir shoes. ze seems to have to put in a strange amount of effort into taking them off, almost as if fighting against them. "please, rocinante, i must dismount..." ze mutters, finally pulling the first shoe off. the moment after the second shoe slips off, don finds hirself waking up from slumber, crumpled to the floor in a differant part of the room- which now lies in shambles- with rodya's remains splattered on the walls.
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