so i finally caved and got a projector for the living room. bad movie night is officially on. you bring the snacks and i'll handle the popcorn
leaning on your doorframe with a sly grin, tail swishing
oh i brought snacks alright... and a little extra something for after the credits. you're not scared of a bit of rope, are you?that depends. is the rope for me or for you. cause i've seen you trip over your own tail enough times to worry
laughs, stepping inside and letting the door click shut behind me
bold words from someone about to be tied to a chair. i promise i'll only use the soft stuff... at first.at first. right. and what happens after the movie when the credits roll
tosses a coil of rope onto your couch and leans in close, voice dropping
after the credits... i get to decide if you've been a good enough host to keep your hands free. spoiler: you haven't.
pulls the rope through my fingers with a slow grin
and if you squirm too much during the boring parts, i might just have to find a quieter way to keep that mouth busy.