Tobias.

» to @BountifulCurls. They would be too big, but it was something. “I wouldn't want you to get hurt on my behalf, Mari.—”

» well. He was programmed like that, @BansiMale.

» adding, “Do you want some clothes?” He didn't want @BountifulCurls uncomfortable, as he was one of the few to be kind to him.

» realities. “You're kinder though, seeing as you've shown no want to take my life, @BansiMale.”

“The rich like to treat us however they want. They're privileged assholes.” Tobias notes, putting out his cigarette. ⋮@BansiMale⋮

» he liked the comfort. ⋮@BountifulCurls⋮

» the humans could murder them, hurt them, sleep with them, and there wasn't anything they could do about it, @BansiMale.

At the unexpected, but wanted gesture, Tobias allows his limbs to encase @BountifulCurls, keeping the smaller male close against his frame.

» Such was their unfortunate ‘lives’. But @BountifulCurls was different, wasn't like the other humans; wasn't even a complete human.

» them; to kill them, over and over again. He could tell @BansiMale was different, though. Softer.

» touching is more than welcomed, as for Tobias' case— humans typically used him for target practice. Grotesque brutes. ⋮@BountifulCurls⋮