"We should do it, mate. For real. I'll get on your back and you fly me up there with those huge fucking wings of yours. We could have a burning party at the gates of God's pussy palace."
Viktor smirked and seriously wanted to do this if it was even possible. Would the punk be damned? So fucking what? He was going straight to Hell anyway. The burning underworld where he could make fire bombs for all eternity.
"Only Vars gets that deal, mate. No one else. Anyone else who calls me a fucking doll, pretty boy or any other name gets punched."
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Date: 2021-09-05 07:20 am (UTC)Viktor smirked and seriously wanted to do this if it was even possible. Would the punk be damned? So fucking what? He was going straight to Hell anyway. The burning underworld where he could make fire bombs for all eternity.
"Only Vars gets that deal, mate. No one else. Anyone else who calls me a fucking doll, pretty boy or any other name gets punched."
The Brit was adamant in this.
"What do you think of him?"