as sly as a fox

scanner’s on the fritz

Gorillaz // On Melancholy Hill

"Hey-hey kosmos enjoying the close-close quarters? "

"Whatre you talkin about Vin?“

"I am happy-happy for you-you"

The last part of your statement is quiet, like he wont hear it, even though you know he will.

> You kiss her cheek, then her neck, and before you know it you‘re pushing her up against the wall, one hand playing with hers, the other placed against the wall above your head.

You stare up at him with hazed eyes before leaning in a kissing him again. You graze your sharp teeth over his lip before nibbling slightly.

> The hand near her horns begins tracing the tip of one of them slowly, as your other hand leaves hers to grab her hip and pull her close.

Suddenly, you feel his touch on your horn and hiss in surprise. A tingling sensation shoots through your core, and you purr into the feel, letting him pull you close.