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Lifestyles of the rash and jagged
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out of character
o_o; I made the pimp angry.
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in character
Khaden had been granted a second wind, despite how pathetic it was. Limbs creaked and groaned under the pressure of his body as he stretched each one gingerly. And then, like that, the femme was up, bouncing and jolting around. Giving a breathless laugh, he let a smile wipe through his features and a slight jovial wag through his tail. Her response was unpredictable - she seemed unpredictable, and for some odd reason, Khaden liked that, because it wasn't long before she was back, flopped across the sandy shores after giving him some sloppy kiss. His body burned with embarrassment as he watched her and slightly registered her name.
Sitting himself beside her before his legs gave out again, he mouthed over her name before offering his own. "Khaden." Pawing down to lay next to her, because it seemed like every effort of exertion seemed so momentous to him, he finally just laid amongst the beach, letting the bright gray skies blend into his whole disposition. "Just do me a favor. Don't ever do that again."
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