Vale’s feathers fluffed up; xe was offended, and shook xyr head haughtily. “If I wanted a fool tripping over themselves to please me, I’d date a prosocial and bonk them with shame and guilt loops until they’re locked into doing what I want. But that is boring as fuck.” Then a snort. “If it’s not authentic, I don’t want it. In my experience, antisocials like us are the only ones capable of true authenticity.”
The raven tilted xyr head. Good honesty for honesty trade.
“So, Kane.” Xyr red eyes locked onto the winged fox’s strange eyes. “Knowing what you know, I’ll give you a choice. If you want, I’ll stay your primary handler. I’ll be the one escorting you outside this cell.”
Then xe shrugged. “Or you can tell me to fuck off. And try your luck with the next cannibal who volunteers.”
YOU NEVER TRUSTED ME ★
BUT I’M OVER IT NOW
[W]isker
METAMORPHOSIS
all that is left is the change !
Descendants of the Departed ★ Inquisitor of Requiem's Creation