“Uh huh.” He merely hummed, leading ahead to the first exhibit.

     Having some idle time, Ven reached into his pocket and pulled out a pack of cigarettes. Picking one out of the bunch, he shoved the pack back down into the slick black pockets. From his vest pocket, he pulled out a green lighter to which he promptly lit the cancer stick with and once more replaced it. The boy took a few puffs off it, blowing the smoke out before replacing the stick back in his mouth in time to look back to Toby.

     Grinning, he mused

     “Yeah, not quite dangerous enough though huh. Not like lions so maybe we should get to those.” Looking over the zebras, they sure were calm. Nothing that would rip Toby limb from limb. Now that, he’d pay to see. Or maybe not even Toby. The kid wasn’t bad. Maybe some other unfortunate fuck that got separated from his parents. Were there any such like that around though?

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     With a smile on his face, the young man looked happily at the majestic animal. It wasn't even until the other started blowing smoke that he even realized the other was smoking. For a moment, it distracted him from the animals. He felt... a twinge of... something. It wasn't disgust, nor was it contempt either. 

sklaveisms​:

{⊗⊗⊗}      “…why is it called blue b-b-balls….when it could be called… a cummy ache?”

     He couldn’t help but laugh and smile, try as he might. “I think both are terrible.”

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@stellamedii @halfxsmile

“I cant believe D-Devin fucks stuffed a-animals”

“Drinking piss isn’t nearly as bad as that.”

“You’re a piss quantum physicist!”

      “Where the fuck did you hear that?” the young man sat straight up, looking at the other curiously. Very soon though, a smile made its way to his face

     “Technically all you need is some whisky and a sewing kit. I mean, it’s just a hole since I think the bullet went straight through right?” Glancing at the wound, it was a gruesome sight, but somehow it left him giddy. He did that after all. He altered someone else’s body for once. Ven loved it, it made him feel powerful and capable of change. And being in control of their destiny to live whether a certain way or in general, it was almost like being a god. Being in control of everything like that, and feared even. He was the puppet master for once. 

     Amazing, and he only wanted more.

     And speaking of being a god, he was now the god of another kid. It brought a wide grin to his face. One that left him cocking his head as he looked the child over. Another slave to beat around.

     “Take all the time you need. I’m in no hurry.”

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           “...Im pretty sure there’s a shit tonna’ stuff in a hand.” He replies with a strained smile. Still, The kids right. Doesn't mean he wasn't salty about it though.

    The redheaded boy didn't look at the other, actually, he didn't seem to be paying any mind to the two at all anymore. Currently, he was in the middle of trying to distract himself by twisting one of his already tight ringlets with his two hands.