[ Oh, so Jayce wants to play this game? Viktor meets his smile and raised eyebrow with a mirrored expression. Taking the two glasses, he sets the water on the side table and then sips from the milk, licking it from his lips. ]
Milk finds its way into the crevices inside me. Around the stuffing.
[ His face melts into one of innocent patience as if he's explaining a simple concept to Jayce rather than perpetuating an innuendo. ]
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Milk finds its way into the crevices inside me. Around the stuffing.
[ His face melts into one of innocent patience as if he's explaining a simple concept to Jayce rather than perpetuating an innuendo. ]