i stare back into his vacant stare, his empty smile, his one single makeship earring on his left "ear" (because he's gay) (he's queer as fuck)
he knows i haven't been on the site in awhile. he can Feel it. he can sense it in his fluttery little wings, sparkling with emotion. he can smell, for some reason
he has a very "soakable in milk and throwable at the wall" kind of face
i pick him up, daringly gazing deeper into the Mother Fucker's eyes. it DARES me, even now. a kind of inner subconscious overzealous TAUNTING GAZE, like an untamed brat, goading me into either Chosting™ or Throwing him at the wall for all he's good for. it's like he derives Pleasure from this.
if you look at him at the right angle it looks like he has 4 legs haha, fuckin Bitch
Yes, he's rotund. Yes, he's friend-shaped. but he's also egg-shaped, AND bug-shaped. AND he can fuckin Rotate! what a freak! (affectionate, reluctantly) (i mean you gotta respect the grind at LEAST)
But, alas. It seems for today he serves as a summoning beacon. He beckons me to return to Website. At least, for now, while he still PRETENDS to play nice.
but i'm fully aware of what he intends, of what his endgame is. if i ever succumb to his true commands, his desires, there will be NOTHING to stop him from taking on world domination. which is weird cause afaik he seems more like a sub than a dom to me but sure?
i mean Come On from how he's lookin at me you'd almost think he WANTS to get soaked in milk and stepped on, I MEAN WHO DOESN'T HONESTLY
do you think we could have all 1,122 of his brethren together for a playdate someday? eggpile
like a scuttlebug jamboree but scuttle → egg
