05-31-2022, 09:19 AM
After sending off his thanks and acceptance to Dr. Witaker’s correspondence … Aslan spent even more time at the morgue than usual.
He kind of wished he had the luxury of working on dead skin before fucking with living, breathing, struggling human beings. He was also looking forward to less dead things, though. If he could be a part of the solution rather than another cog in the problem wheel?
It was more than he dared hope for. He had little to lose.
The Diamond Pony … was higher class than anywhere he’d ever questioned at. He dressed his best, brought extra handkerchiefs, and a pair of black gloves lest … well, you know.
To the doorman he explained his seeking of the Doctor Witaker, and quietly prayed his hands could stay as steady as he’d advertised.
He kind of wished he had the luxury of working on dead skin before fucking with living, breathing, struggling human beings. He was also looking forward to less dead things, though. If he could be a part of the solution rather than another cog in the problem wheel?
It was more than he dared hope for. He had little to lose.
The Diamond Pony … was higher class than anywhere he’d ever questioned at. He dressed his best, brought extra handkerchiefs, and a pair of black gloves lest … well, you know.
To the doorman he explained his seeking of the Doctor Witaker, and quietly prayed his hands could stay as steady as he’d advertised.
