[It isn't the vampire's fault the Belmont moved the wrong way! Luckily he doesn't mind rolling over and over himself on the floor, until he's not only in Trevor's outstretched arm, but snuggled right up into Trevor's side. His face is on Trevor's chest, which is where it should be whenever possible, and he lets out the happiest sigh for it.
(He's still not sure how the fuck Trevor's shirt is still on.)
When Sypha's wonderful brain-to-mouth filter kicks in though, he just lets out a content laugh.]
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(He's still not sure how the fuck Trevor's shirt is still on.)
When Sypha's wonderful brain-to-mouth filter kicks in though, he just lets out a content laugh.]
Does this mean I should run errands more often?