Barrow Fields do you believe there is loyalty in a man?

every molecule tachyon possessed was abuzz as lusca turned to face her -- he felt himself melt in her beauty, the sharpness of her features. he nodded earnestly. a sloppy grin accentuated his wobbliness as he flopped in front of her with a bevy of kisses aimed at her chin. as far as he was concerned she was his world entire, and to be acknowledged by her was to be stroked by the soft hand of god. his tail beat in the ground as he wriggled around her, relieved that she was not gone. "i missed you." he whined sappishly, lovestruck in the sickly manner of a teen.