geistbound
He looks down at the spoon. So, no head?
her hand remains frozen, spoon still held firm.-- well this was quite the conundrum wasnāt it? she inspects the hessian for a moment.Ā ā... can i pour this down your uhh... neck... hole?ā not that he even had a neck to begin with.Ā ā.... pour it down your.... shirt?ā














