He turned the bottle upside down, and looked at her. “Your wings are quite pretty, you know.”
Let me go!!! ((I think a pinky would fit in her pussy >:3))
(( I think so too. He doesn’t have any fingers though. He does have a pen though. ))
He ignored her, and growled softly. “It would be a shame if they were to suddenly… disappear~”
*holds them* grrrrrrrr
“Clean up your attitude missy, or else you may end up walking for a while.
dont you dare toutch my wings!!
“Or what?” He asked, brining the jar closer. “You’ll scream some more?”
*growns again bearing her razer shark teath that can eazly byte your finger off*
“Now how are you going to do anything with you in there and me out here?” He asked, smirking at her,
*byts the lid againf dameging it more and if she dose it to mutch is wwill break*
He shook the jar in a circle. “Cut it out!” He commanded.
*gets knocked out again* ((dy the way she is as big as a fist))
(( OK. ^^ )) He sighed, and smiled. A few minutes in the fridge before your ‘operation’ will do you good~“ he purred, grinning widely.