[Rosso can take it! He's just briefly alarmed by the fact that Adrian's goddamn fingers are so thick. What the fuck.]
I'm not asking God for shit. [He wants to kick Adrian, but not really. Just a gentle tap on the thigh with his hindpaws... Rosso refrains, though, because by the time he's considering it the consideration is gone. He is mewling, and the next words out of his mouth as he tenses and arches off the bed are simply:] Ihateyousomuch.
[He does not. His tail is very slightly wagging and he's clutching at the sheets and moaning. This is not what hate looks like.]
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I'm not asking God for shit. [He wants to kick Adrian, but not really. Just a gentle tap on the thigh with his hindpaws... Rosso refrains, though, because by the time he's considering it the consideration is gone. He is mewling, and the next words out of his mouth as he tenses and arches off the bed are simply:] Ihateyousomuch.
[He does not. His tail is very slightly wagging and he's clutching at the sheets and moaning. This is not what hate looks like.]