[-✘✘✘-] ;; Did he grab the wrong bottle of liquor, or was he losing his mind over the just received information. Nonetheless. It peaked his interest once more when he saw her face on the television screen and ran her tongue along it. With a smirk of his own he presented the pierced appendage and leaned forward.
“A’igh ‘m curious now. Whut more can y’do b’side posess m’fuckin tv ‘n git’ nekkid in seconds?"
ღ·¨·¨❝悲しみと憎しみ❞
With all her fingers, she curled them around the frame of the Tv and began to pull out of it, smiling all the while at his inquiry on more of the things she could do. One in particular she figured he’d enjoy quite a bit, "nnmmm…. ”
Cupping her palm just beneath her chin, Nana’s tongue slipped from her mouth and she began to drool, feeling the white substance pool and begin to dribble down her wrist. “This–” her bright eyes looked into her very hand, covered in saliva, “my spit can make you hallucinate~"