[Lets up on him at the end of the first cut 8>! Pulling his claws out and setting them against the ground by his side. And then he's hushing him, quite tenderly, licking the sweat from his shoulders, leaning up just enough to kiss the back of his head]
We haven't even started, darling. [You gotta calm yourself, bro! They got... seven more to go... screech]
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We haven't even started, darling. [You gotta calm yourself, bro! They got... seven more to go... screech]