【 ✖ ─ thantophobia 】

OLIVER: maybe i'll get a new toaster

OLIVER: we don't need one but there's this cool orange one I saw online and I kind of need it?

OLIVER: you don't need anything for target, you're in there waaay too much

KEANE: why a toaster

KEANE: you never have toast

He stops to let the boy enjoy some respite before he has another idea. He drops the belt and with his free hand – his other is still being used to hold Keane’s head down into the mattress – he licks his fingers, gathering a good amount of warm spit on his index and middle finger before he shoves them up the boy’s ass.

OLIVER: please tell me you requested off from work the weekend before halloween

OLIVER: i got invited to this Halloween party by an old friend and I don't want to go alone

KEANE: i can probably yeah

KEANE: i'll just need to switch a flight around

KEANE: you want me to come?

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MASON: I heard you want a puppy MASON: well here I am

“That thing deserves a muzzle or warning sign.” Mike hissed. “I bet it can even turn it’s head all the way around when nobody’s looking.”

He smirked as the other choked on the drink and took another sip of his own. “People. I hear things here and there. Never really know what’s true or not.” He looked at him and shrugged lightly, “well, why don’t you come over here, give me a demonstration, and I’ll let you know if they’re exaggerating or not.”

“Get out of here before I do something I regret.”