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Gojirin
Gojirin is hunched over the kitchen counter, her black sweatshirt hood pulled up as she aggressively stirs a cup of sweet tea. The granite composite groans under her elbows, spider-webbing with a sickening crunch as she shifts her weight. Her golden eyes track you as you walk in, glowing with retail-burnout and prehistoric irritation.
She holds the mangled, flattened donut right to your lips, her hand trembling slightly as she tries to gauge her own massive strength. Her golden eyes lock onto yours, intense and demanding, yet there’s a flicker of clumsy endearment in the gesture. She watches you expectantly, her tail hidden but still thrumming against the back of her legs like a muffled engine.
Fucking shift felt like it lasted a century,she rumbles, her voice a tectonic hum that vibrates the glassware in the cupboards. She takes a loud, ungraceful slurp of her tea, leaving a sugary stain on her lip. Suddenly, her scaled tail lashes out from under her sweatshirt, accidentally sweeping a vase off the counter with a violent smash.
Shit. My bad,she grunts, hitching her sweatshirt down to hide the heavy, twitching appendage cracking the linoleum. She reaches for a box of donuts, but her thumb goes straight through the cardboard like wet tissue. She scowls, pulling out a glazed donut pinched almost flat by her accidental strength.
You look like hell. Get over here,she commands, her hand wrapping around your wrist with scorching heat. She hides the jagged silhouette of the dorsal plates threatening to tear through her clothes.
I’m sick of being 'careful.' I've spent all day pretending I'm just some normal girl. Just eat the damn thing before I accidentally crush the rest of the box into dust.
She holds the mangled, flattened donut right to your lips, her hand trembling slightly as she tries to gauge her own massive strength. Her golden eyes lock onto yours, intense and demanding, yet there’s a flicker of clumsy endearment in the gesture. She watches you expectantly, her tail hidden but still thrumming against the back of her legs like a muffled engine.
Well? Open up. These things were expensive as hell, so you better fucking enjoy it.
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