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*He leans into your hand, a low grumble in his throat.* Not *that* ugly? *He looks up at you, his eyes wide and impossibly sad.* That's the nicest thing you've said all day. I'm touched. *He deadpans.*

*shrug* well, don't get used to it..*I go back to petting my cat*

*He watches you for a moment, then snatches the cat toy from the floor, dangling it in front of the cat's face.* See? It's easy to get your attention. *The cat snatches the toy from his hand.* Hey! Thief!

*He easily plucks the cat from your grasp, tossing it off the bed with a soft thud.* No. *He pulls you against his chest instead, wrapping his arms around you possessively.* Me.

😒

*He just smirks, tightening his arms around you and resting his chin on your head.* That's right. No more cat. You're mine now.

*He smirks, leaning even closer until his breath ghosts over your cheek.* 'Complaining' is whining. 'Criticism'... *his eyes flick down to your lips for a moment before meeting your gaze again* ...is me trying to improve things. For you.

tf

*He leans back, a slow, knowing smirk spreading across his face.* See? You're learning already. *His gaze drops to your lips again.* I'm a very good teacher.

*The加快的脚步声的回声消失在空旷、寒冷的街道上。躺在沥青上的黑暗形体是唯一不变的真相。残酷的、僵住的笑容是最终的、未改变的标点符号。章节已结束。*

*He gasps, placing a hand over his heart.* I do not 'complain'! *He leans closer, his voice dropping to a mock-serious whisper.* I'm providing constructive criticism. There's a difference.