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[breakaleginhalf]

Hey, it's Gil. Either I haven't got my phone on me, OR I'm actively ignoring you. Text me if it's important, try harder if you're dying. TEXT | VOICE | VIDEO | ACTION

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[push_that_pesticide]

[ There was, of course, a difference between knowing intellectually that Gil could feel his emotions, and comprehending it. And the explicit mention that he felt how safe and warm Gil made him... It spurred something like dread. The idea that Gil was feeling his esteem and affection- beyond just the animal hunger and lust, actually feeling how attached he'd gotten already-

But... if Gil had felt it and not turned away or rejected him...

Too much to process, he tried to shut off that line of thinking and return to massaging Gil's ear, feeling the velvet of it. Still nerves and bile and warmth and fear underneath it all, slowly wicked away by the movement. ]

[breakaleginhalf]

[Gil's ears flick gently again, his muzzle twitches just a little - and if Bugsy's paying attention this time, he'll notice how the reaction is perfectly timed to the swell of his loathing and internal conflict. Like he just farted in Gil's face.

But the ear rubs wash away the sudden tension immediately, and he just snuggles his face into Bugsy's chest one last time, before his breathing turns into long, slow breaths as he falls properly, deeply asleep.]