Oh, I'll let you in somewhere, but I dunno about it being my head. Up here's a no-fly zone.
[ somewhere, he says with a squeeze of his thighs against Roche's flanks. yeah, there's no flying up in his head because the runways are all jammed. he knows what Roche is getting at, though, he's just having fun stringing him along awhile. what's he going to do with a name, anyway? nobody knows Turk names unless they've done something to warrant it, in which case they've probably been scared straight enough not to have to hear about them more than just the once. as he taps his own temple, the crowd hollers as a good, solid bite finally happens. Nervous Nelly over there's got quite the set of chompers if the way Lady Godiva in her batwing mask carries on about it is anything to go off of.
frankly, he's jealous. a bite on the tit would make his day, but at least he's got this: a whole who-knows-how-tall hunk of SOLDIER weight settled over him that's all too ready and willing to get to know him. times change, turns table, etc. ]
Besides, I think I'm starting to warm up to "Spitfire." It's got a ring to it. If you're worried about what name to scream when this goes the way it's definitely goin', we'll just have to make sure you ain't able to speak at the time so it won't be an issue. Maybe like that.
[ a twitch of his chin in the direction he'd just looked; he doesn't need to watch this time. his view's just fine looking straight ahead, following the path of his own fingers as they skirt along Roche's jaw. whew, that is some fortunate bone structure. this guy did his mama proud in more ways than one, no doubt. ]
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[ somewhere, he says with a squeeze of his thighs against Roche's flanks. yeah, there's no flying up in his head because the runways are all jammed. he knows what Roche is getting at, though, he's just having fun stringing him along awhile. what's he going to do with a name, anyway? nobody knows Turk names unless they've done something to warrant it, in which case they've probably been scared straight enough not to have to hear about them more than just the once. as he taps his own temple, the crowd hollers as a good, solid bite finally happens. Nervous Nelly over there's got quite the set of chompers if the way Lady Godiva in her batwing mask carries on about it is anything to go off of.
frankly, he's jealous. a bite on the tit would make his day, but at least he's got this: a whole who-knows-how-tall hunk of SOLDIER weight settled over him that's all too ready and willing to get to know him. times change, turns table, etc. ]
Besides, I think I'm starting to warm up to "Spitfire." It's got a ring to it. If you're worried about what name to scream when this goes the way it's definitely goin', we'll just have to make sure you ain't able to speak at the time so it won't be an issue. Maybe like that.
[ a twitch of his chin in the direction he'd just looked; he doesn't need to watch this time. his view's just fine looking straight ahead, following the path of his own fingers as they skirt along Roche's jaw. whew, that is some fortunate bone structure. this guy did his mama proud in more ways than one, no doubt. ]