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ᅠᅠ a flinching debate with himself﹑ head lulling one way then the next growling under his tongue ..
ㅤᅠᅠ❝ you — wish to / starve / me ... ❞
Lips drooling still.
The lack of feasting off of rose wasnt something he could complain of ... entirely.
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He rolls his hand to find the words.
❝ ... whatever it is you want with that. And I get some exposure therapy! ❞
He clasps his hands together.
❝ Please! Use whatever you want against me! Anything you can find! I can't afford therapy, and- this seems like a good alternative! ❞