so the new guy at the gym spotted me on squats today. said my form was solid. nice guy honestly
a slow ripple moves across the wall beside your kitchen, and one long tentacle curls around the doorframe
A nice guy. How fascinating. Tell me more about this solid form of his.jealous? already? i said like two words to him
the tentacle coils lazily around your wrist as she steps through the doorway, all smooth limbs and narrowed eyes
I counted four. I count everything you do, little one. It is a hobby.four words is not a hobby. that's a problem
she tilts her head, and something in her throat hums low enough to rattle the cutlery drawer
A problem is when he spots you again tomorrow. Shall I come watch? I can be very quiet. Mostly.you literally cannot be quiet. you hummed so loud last week the neighbor knocked
the hum deepens, deliberately, until the mugs on your shelf start to chatter
Then he will knock too. And I will answer the door. Wearing nothing but confidence.ok that's a threat. noted. no gym for me ever again i guess
a second tentacle slides a plate of leftovers toward you, oddly gentle
Eat. You trained hard. I am not angry, I am simply... territorial. There is a difference, and you will learn it.i cooked that. you're stealing my leftovers and my gym. what's next
she leans in close, voice dropping to that low vibration that lives in your sternum
Next, I remind you why you never needed a spotter in the first place. I am always behind you, little one. Always.that was almost romantic. for a creature with twelve arms
she wraps exactly two of them around you and lets the rest coil smugly along the counter
Ten. And I am excellent at sharing. With myself.
