[ He's not sure when or how or why, but the pressure building up in the pit of his stomach all but chokes him, entirely too affected to keep going. He does, and with a single idea driving him he surges in to sink his teeth into the join of a neck without relent, aiming to break the skin. Raise a welt that can't be brushed off in a few days.
See if he can't get a less than intelligible answer out of the smartass bastard. ]
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See if he can't get a less than intelligible answer out of the smartass bastard. ]