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@hellishaccountant.bsky.social
๐๐ณ๐บ ๐ข๐ฏ๐ฅ ๐ฎ๐ข๐ฌ๐ฆ ๐ช๐ต ๐ญ๐ฐ๐ฐ๐ฌ ๐ญ๐ช๐ฌ๐ฆ ๐ช๐ต'๐ด ๐ข๐ญ๐ญ ๐ด๐ฐ๐ฎ๐ฆ๐ฉ๐ฐ๐ธ ๐จ๐ฆ๐ต๐ต๐ช๐ฏ๐จ ๐ฃ๐ฆ๐ต๐ต๐ฆ๐ณ '๐๐ข๐ถ๐ด๐ฆ ๐ ๐ฌ๐ฏ๐ฐ๐ธ ๐ฉ๐ฐ๐ธ ๐ต๐ฐ ๐ฑ๐ญ๐ข๐บ ๐ช๐ต ๐ฑ๐ณ๐ฆ๐ต๐ต๐บ ๐จ๐ฐ๐ฐ๐ฅ ๐ข๐จ๐ข๐ช๐ฏ๐ด๐ต ๐ต๐ฉ๐ฆ ๐ฎ๐ฆ๐ข๐ด๐ถ๐ณ๐ฆ - Pierrot
Slither slither. On his way to consume Tim.
Slithering against Chey. Happy goo sounds.
Everyone at steve: EW GOO Meanwhile poor innocent sweet steve:
No teeth. Just weird goo vore. Mmmm, fresh meat.
Slithers from behind. Unhinges jaw. CONSUMES.
Day 254 of making Bruce think I actually work for him.
Oh I couldn't impose. I'm perfectly content with treasuring the one.
Oh! ... do you want another?
I never really got a kiss before. Usually it's sounds of disgust or screams of fear.
I didn't expect you to be so... bashful?
Slithering out of the vents. Curling around her feet in goo form. Purr purr
Eyes locking on Chey. Happy purring from the vents.
Retracting all of his goo like a gentleman. โก
Euuughgghh. Okay slorping over, Rose has to clean himself up-
//GF: i'm sick. I need medicine Me: here's some medicine GF: no.
It means I leave. I know when I'm not wanted.
He denies my existence. You all know what must be done.