[He was only half-paying attention to the conversation, despite his look back at Ninurta -- but at Ling's words, including that color, his interest piqued. Red, really...?
Well, he couldn't argue with that. He jabbed his finger into Ling's chest, again, hard; as if giving Ninurta a target, and he looked back at Ninurta again.]
You should make this guy bleed.
[He offers that ~helpful~ advice, and then leans in -- and though he wasn't quite sure pf the exact way to continue this, he lowered his head to try to bite into Ling's neck, a sharp contrast with the way his fingertips were still only moving slowly into Ling's pants.]
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Well, he couldn't argue with that. He jabbed his finger into Ling's chest, again, hard; as if giving Ninurta a target, and he looked back at Ninurta again.]
You should make this guy bleed.
[He offers that ~helpful~ advice, and then leans in -- and though he wasn't quite sure pf the exact way to continue this, he lowered his head to try to bite into Ling's neck, a sharp contrast with the way his fingertips were still only moving slowly into Ling's pants.]