I am normal, but there is a nuance
– No. Yes. Who are you?
Fox can't help but smile at such a ridiculous reaction and furrowed brows.
However, the confusion passes quickly. Nygma smiles, a smile that's too strange, straightening his shoulders.
No trace of the old nervousness.
– No. Yes. Who are you?
Fox can't help but smile at such a ridiculous reaction and furrowed brows.
However, the confusion passes quickly. Nygma smiles, a smile that's too strange, straightening his shoulders.
No trace of the old nervousness.
Nygma probably didn't like being around Oswald when... He was calm. And even more, he didn't like being around when he was happy.
Nygma probably didn't like being around Oswald when... He was calm. And even more, he didn't like being around when he was happy.
– Call me Judas.
Fox barely opens his eyes, sitting sprawled in an armchair. Nygma smiles brazenly, sitting astride his lap, reaches under his unbuttoned shirt, stroking his torso – playfully, gently, teasingly.
- What?..
– Call me Judas.
Fox barely opens his eyes, sitting sprawled in an armchair. Nygma smiles brazenly, sitting astride his lap, reaches under his unbuttoned shirt, stroking his torso – playfully, gently, teasingly.
- What?..