I think that sounds a lot like the pot calling the kettle black, but... I'm feeling generous this evening. [ there's a fiendish glint in her eyes as she grabs a hold of their jacket and shreds it herself, her own nails somehow having the capability. her tentacles are immediately filling the gap to get at their shirt and, no, they don't really have a concept of gentle. the fabric is torn easily, but ruby will most definitely feel their blades nicking their skin here and there; leaving shallow cuts, which, as soon as d.va can manage, her lips will find. ]
I'm sure you hear it all the time, but you certainly taste divine.
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I'm sure you hear it all the time, but you certainly taste divine.