"I've had them too. They come for the money and some of them tore part of me out." Rekker knew way too much about the hurt that could be inflicted by others. He couldn't help thinking about his daughter and felt his chest tighten up as he held Bjorn a little closer. It still hurt after over a decade. He needed to keep his own spirits up and forced the pain down. "I prefer my trash in my bed."
He didn't sound as happy and teasing as usual but he hoped it would make Bjorn feel a little better. However, the question gets a small laugh and a faint smile.
"Are you ready for me to get grumpier as I get old?" He pushed the Swede's hair back and kissed his cheek. "I don't put up with your slutty, bitchy ass.. I like your fucking slutty, bitchy ass.. and that bitchy whore mouth of yours too." Rekker snuggled against the singer, holding him close, partially curling around him.
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Date: 2022-02-28 09:49 pm (UTC)He didn't sound as happy and teasing as usual but he hoped it would make Bjorn feel a little better. However, the question gets a small laugh and a faint smile.
"Are you ready for me to get grumpier as I get old?" He pushed the Swede's hair back and kissed his cheek. "I don't put up with your slutty, bitchy ass.. I like your fucking slutty, bitchy ass.. and that bitchy whore mouth of yours too." Rekker snuggled against the singer, holding him close, partially curling around him.