While they've been talking, she's been unbuttoning the younger Kevin's shirt, curious about the faint taste of leather that had graced the tip of her tongue a moment ago. Her eyes widen at the sight of the proper, black dog collar that had been hiding beneath his shirt.
"Look at this!" she says, grinning at her own Kevin. Another of her chains snakes out from behind her. It's easy enough to thread it through the metal loop in the collar, and she gives the makeshift leash a hard jerk. "Maybe he likes playing the pet even when he's not shaped like a wolf."
She lets her fingers run down the metal links until she has the blade at the end in her hand, resting it against the bit of chest that she's laid bare, pressing it into his flesh.
"You probably do," she murmurs to the younger Kevin, breath hot against his ear, and given the conversation, it's easy enough to guess why there's such certainty in her tone. "At least, half the time."
Standing on tip-toe, she bites down on the younger Kevin's shoulder, hard enough that it would break the skin on a normal person.
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"Look at this!" she says, grinning at her own Kevin. Another of her chains snakes out from behind her. It's easy enough to thread it through the metal loop in the collar, and she gives the makeshift leash a hard jerk. "Maybe he likes playing the pet even when he's not shaped like a wolf."
She lets her fingers run down the metal links until she has the blade at the end in her hand, resting it against the bit of chest that she's laid bare, pressing it into his flesh.
"You probably do," she murmurs to the younger Kevin, breath hot against his ear, and given the conversation, it's easy enough to guess why there's such certainty in her tone. "At least, half the time."
Standing on tip-toe, she bites down on the younger Kevin's shoulder, hard enough that it would break the skin on a normal person.