a part of tommy wants to
lean into the touch, always chasing the warm affection that comes from friends and family. of course, he pushes down the urge, instead offering the man a huge grin.
“thanks, techno.”
.. bloody, cruel, ever-looming with a red maw and golden tusks。
It won't be the last time someone has flinched around them, the chorus chants。
“ You heard me the first time, ” Techno huffs, patting Tommy's head once—twice before drawing away with a small jingle of bells。