Seaside Moors Everything has Changed

HES SUCH A RIOT

no, came a terse and forceful answer. he hadn't liked her suggestion anymore than he'd liked her touch - it reminded bijou of the way crabs instinctively scuttled away when shadows crossed their path.

bijou adopted the mein of a wounded puppy who'd been unexpectedly kicked. was she that ugly? was it the scar? or was it... because she didn't have a giant cock dangling between her legs?

ah well. if there was one thing in the world that bijou dared not cross, it was consent. he'd said his piece, now he better be prepared to hear her's. "s'alright." bijou confided in the man who, for all purposes, had made it remarkably clear she was being intolerable. "you're not my type any more than i'm yours." another wink, this one free of any insult. "i'll collect your face later."

with bijou, it was often difficult to tell whether she was joking or not. anything spoken was done so in a way that could be perceived as honest; bijou gave the male a little space, indicating he might be at the end of his suffering... that is, if he didn't say something compelling first.

or if she didn't change her mind.