[ Silco leaned forward, to scrape his lips β a bite β onto his chin, again aiming to leave another mark there. The prospect of leaving something on his face, where someone can see... the thought thrills him, even though he knows it isn't likely. Particularly not when he doesn't even try to draw blood.
Well, maybe someday. ]
Ah.
[ He says, a soft rumble of sound against his chin. ]
i close my eyes
Well, maybe someday. ]
Ah.
[ He says, a soft rumble of sound against his chin. ]
As you so thoroughly demonstrated.