Dragoncrest Cliffs the bus earned a drink for sure.

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that small pause
was enough to buoy
cayetano's hopes to new heights.

hey, blame val.
cayetano interjects
luxuriating in his own amusement.

he can't help he's a dog
she can't help she has a pulse.

she eats the scraps
her meal thinning out
cayetano notices this
with a slight frown.
what kind of ward
starves his wardee?

have i done anything?
he scoffs
trotting out the male machismo
that's for me to know
and you to find out.

he's rising on dark limbs
looking to the water behind her
offer still stands,
he prowls past the reeds
calling out behind him
don't women find rogues irresistible, anyway?