[He doesn't want to leave those thick fingers on his hair but he's going to have to. Orange straightens up with both hands on White's hips again to slowly pull away. Painstakingly slow enough it evokes another hiss from him for the tightness he feels upon separating. When that's accomplished he plunks back down on the fur rug. A messy fur rug. Huh.]
Is that gonna cost me?
[The kid asks, nodding at the stain on the pelt. He's not trying to say he won't pay for it...but he's on a cop salary, so...]
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Is that gonna cost me?
[The kid asks, nodding at the stain on the pelt. He's not trying to say he won't pay for it...but he's on a cop salary, so...]