[Fuck, that looks good. Toki smiles as he looks at the picture, wondering how long it'll take Magnus to come back with it. He's using what's left of his imagination to think about what it'll taste like when he looks at the next image, and his heart sinks.
He should never have hoped for anything.]
oh.
[Fuck it, it's not like it matters. Back to his game, he supposes.]
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Date: 2025-12-31 02:56 am (UTC)From:He should never have hoped for anything.]
oh.
[Fuck it, it's not like it matters. Back to his game, he supposes.]
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