Big Salmon Lake Youngblood

jesus
it took me almost a month omfg I'm so sorry mar ily

A sly smile creeps upon Damien's features, pleased that his cynical comment had forced the right switch in the your girl's nerves. He enjoyed it, molding the conversation to satisfy his need of control, but he had no idea what he was dealing with. No. Idea.

He was dealing with...

His expression immediately turns into something that it's never been before. His brows arch as his eyes open wide. His jaw drops, he makes an attempt to formulate any kind of response but he's unable to. Mr. Fluffbutt? Seriously? Mr. Fluffbutt? Damien didn't know whether to feel insulted or crack up in laughter. What kind of comeback was that?

Woah, says the man as he recovers some of his senses. He looks back at his tail and wonders: Is my butt really that fluffy? ridiculous that a hardened assassin would be caught saying such things.