#or the aftermath of charlies second round
“Oh, darling,” the whumper cooed. They looked down at the whumpee, snivelling and crying on the floor. The whumpee shook, heaving with sobs and exhaustion, tear tracks cutting lines through the dirt on their face. The whumper leaned down a stroked
hand down their cheek, ignoring the soft flinch from the whumpee.The whumper smiled, tucking a lock of hair behind the whumpee’s ear.
“ You look so fucking pathetic.”
