It's always a good time. He gets his fangs stuck and licks the mesh a couple times while making noises that make me uncomfortable. And then he's like 'oh shit' and freaks the fuck out.
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The night is clearer than ink. Well, our nights are. In the winter, at least. Cracking with cold and faint lights mingled with darkness, the sky so high up that the very presence of the air makes your head spin. Nights don't get much clearer than that.