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Post by Stocking on Jan 19, 2011 9:38:34 GMT -5
Now slack in the tongue's hold with lazy ecstasy, Stocking was too far gone to notice that as the binding grew tighter, his body was pulled closer to the bloodied creature's waiting mouth. It was kind of like one of Brief's weird Japanese shows-- more than once the angel had watched one out of pure curiosity, it was the reason he could never look at an octopus the same way again.
However, his blissful contemplation was quickly interrupted by a furious and frenzied shout from Panty, snapping his attention forward; as the dark-haired male rapidly shook his head and came to his senses, he felt himself topple onto the ground as a shriek of pain tore from the monster's mouth-- obviously the bullet hit its target.
“Eugh... now this is gross again.” Stocking muttered as he shrugged the dismembered tongue off of his body, shuddering. How had he allowed that to happen? Once freed from the slimy rope, he took advantage of the beast's distraction and pain to again charge straight toward it, this time piercing the agonized thing right through its exposed brain. There was another inhuman cry from it, and Stocking was splattered with nearly a bucket of blood in the process, but much to his satisfaction, it finally fell over, dead and defeated.
“Sorry about that.” he uttered vaguely to his brother, his tone suggesting he wasn't actually all that sorry. His tongue flicked out to catch a stray stream of foreign blood, daintily licking his upper lip clean. “Where we gonna go?”[/color]
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