[He smiles; he thinks Iggy might enjoy it more, but who's to say. He seems to teeter on the line, staying just shy of being squarely in the middle. Death selfishly claims him as his, and wants nothing more than to pour into him more parts of himself.]
Or we can just fuck as humans do. I can make you feel nice that way.
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[He smiles; he thinks Iggy might enjoy it more, but who's to say. He seems to teeter on the line, staying just shy of being squarely in the middle. Death selfishly claims him as his, and wants nothing more than to pour into him more parts of himself.]
Or we can just fuck as humans do. I can make you feel nice that way.