– Call me Judas.
Fox barely opens his eyes, sitting sprawled in an armchair. Nygma smiles brazenly, sitting astride his lap, reaches under his unbuttoned shirt, stroking his torso – playfully, gently, teasingly.
- What?..
– Call me Judas.
Fox barely opens his eyes, sitting sprawled in an armchair. Nygma smiles brazenly, sitting astride his lap, reaches under his unbuttoned shirt, stroking his torso – playfully, gently, teasingly.
- What?..
– No. Yes. Who are you?
Fox can't help but smile at such a ridiculous reaction and furrowed brows.
However, the confusion passes quickly. Nygma smiles, a smile that's too strange, straightening his shoulders.
No trace of the old nervousness.
– No. Yes. Who are you?
Fox can't help but smile at such a ridiculous reaction and furrowed brows.
However, the confusion passes quickly. Nygma smiles, a smile that's too strange, straightening his shoulders.
No trace of the old nervousness.
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