[ the kiss is playful, almost innocent -- and shylock is reminded that this murr is no different from the one he used to know. both of them do like to play their silly mind games on him. and it's irritating that shylock continues to puzzle them out regardless of what he does.
he doubts that anyone in the house can be as fucked-up as the cat on top of him, so why even try? so he opens up to murr, letting him lick away at the acrid taste of tobacco in his mouth -- a different flavor from the floral-scented pipe he used to have on him, now no longer in his possession.
they kiss languidly for a while; it's the afternoon, and the world outside their room goes on without them. there's no rush when they virtually don't need to work in this pinnacle of utter hedonism. then shylock pulls away, sits up for a moment, and takes a look at his cigar. ]
Mm. It's all but burned up. [ he huffs. ] How are you going to make it up to me, you horrible cat?
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he doubts that anyone in the house can be as fucked-up as the cat on top of him, so why even try? so he opens up to murr, letting him lick away at the acrid taste of tobacco in his mouth -- a different flavor from the floral-scented pipe he used to have on him, now no longer in his possession.
they kiss languidly for a while; it's the afternoon, and the world outside their room goes on without them. there's no rush when they virtually don't need to work in this pinnacle of utter hedonism. then shylock pulls away, sits up for a moment, and takes a look at his cigar. ]
Mm. It's all but burned up. [ he huffs. ] How are you going to make it up to me, you horrible cat?