He grunted in irritation as his hand was pulled free of Teatime's hair, and gave a startled yelp at the bite. Not a cry of pain; hard to have 'hobbies' like Nny's without the occasional injury. Not fear; he was too jaded for fear. There was no indifference in this act, no bland rejection, no being ignored. He squirmed restlessly under Teatime, tossing in a way that would gain his freedom if Teatime weren't quite serious about keeping him pinned.
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Date: 2009-08-26 11:32 am (UTC)