a slow exhaleใfingers ruffling mohawk for a moment. ใ iโm.. not him. you know that right? not *your john. ใ
perhaps his sergeant. there had been no one left to mourn the captain. no familyใno task force. only price remained. ใ donโt know for sure if price even mourned. just โฏโฏ hope he did i suppose. ใ
ใ ah. the sergeant. must have been somethinโ ainโt think anyone mourned me. besides maybe price. ใ stroking fingers along the cat carefully. ใ thatโs sweet. name em after people you love. ใ
ใ if you want my attention just say that and i will try my best. better than you getting reprimanded and sent to me for punishment. contrary to popular belief i donโt like doing that to you. ใ tipping chin up with a fingerใkiss to
















