[ Flat on his back, wings spread. He wraps his legs around Childe's hips, keeping him close. Izō is equally breathless and equally stunned, panting as he looks up at him. ]
Shit...Ain't half bad. [ He wipes his mouth with the back of his hand, grinning. ] That ain't all ya got for me, right?
[ At least no one is due in for a shift anytime soon. ]
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Shit...Ain't half bad. [ He wipes his mouth with the back of his hand, grinning. ] That ain't all ya got for me, right?
[ At least no one is due in for a shift anytime soon. ]