( On his legs today, his posture straightened. He’s silent, eyes staring into the screen of his camcorder as he finds himself at the scene of a hit and run. . . The victim still ALIVE and writhing. He zooms in closer, fixated on the wound and expression alike. No remorse, no sympathy. )
I’m not a defenseless idiot victim! I WANT to be with him! I don’t care! I love it when he has me on the table and he— ( excited shudder, eyes half lidded )
Master likes to r-remove stuff when I’m sleeping sometimes. I think my gallbladder is next!
Geeuuhh! ( Contorting his body, clearly trying to lick himself again. )
You KNOW what you’re getting into with me. I will not be silenced.
If he lectures me about my language one more fucking TIME GRAAHHH 💢💢
// seccolata having perfect complimentary stands my beloved I fucking ADORE them so much
// hc-ing secco is diabetic and has low blood sugar a lot ( hence is irritability ) and why cio hand feeds him sugar so often ( it’s me I’m also diabetic )