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(oop-)
Mason sighed, turning back to his normal form- the thing was, he was still only 2'3. He squeaked. "Why the hell am I so short?!"
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(oop-)
Mason sighed, turning back to his normal form- the thing was, he was still only 2'3. He squeaked. "Why the hell am I so short?!"
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(XD) Mason huffed, before thinking-
Holy fuck can I still bite him? And well,
b i t t h e d u d e -
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Mason giggled. "Because I did-" He laughed, sighing.
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Mason paused, before huffing and grabbing the hand that was scratching his neck like an idiot. "What are you-? A mutt?" He asked, as he set the hand on his own thigh, and held it there, glaring at him.
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Mason glared at him, grabbing his other hand and putting it on his waist, holding the two in place, awkwardly. "Sir- Q u i t -" He huffed. "Or I swear to god I will motherfucking pin you to da couch-" He hissed.
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Mason paused. "Iwillfuckingbiteyouifyoudon'tstopyoumotherfuckingthreeyearold-" He huffed.
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Mason smirked in confidence. "Good boy." He said, kissing his head with a snicker.
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Mason sighed, resting his head on the other's collarbone, humming. "What do you wanna do?"
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Mason huffed, letting his fingers lightly caress his knuckles, sighing. "For a top, you are one hell of a softie." He snickered, giggling quietly.
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"Either or. I mean- I'm- kinda kalling you a wuss- " He coughed, and laughed.
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" Since when did you wanna fuck me-? " He laughed.
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"hA- Bottom-" He snorted. "imeanimapowerbottom-butthisisnotaboutmerightnow-"
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Mason sighed. "What is your deal and sleeping 24/7? Fuckinglazyass-" He laughed, and laid the other down, putting a blanket over him. "Sweet dreams, sleeping beauty-" He snickered, walking off and sitting on the balcony railing, sighing.
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Mason kicked his feet, before standing so close to the edge it looked like he was gonna fall; but he didn't care. He hummed.
Connor rubbed his head and sighed. He grabbed his phone, opening up the camera and looking at his reflection as he used his free hand to scratch his neck rather roughly. He slightly drew blood, and he saw the specks in the camera reflection, but he could care less. He shut his phone off and slouched back, still scratching his neck.