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1 " They don't fit you?" V asked his roommate. " Not the point. No offense, but these are wicked Village People." Butch held his heavy arms out and turned in a circle, his bare chest catching the light. " I mean, come on." " They're for fighting, not fashion." " So are kilts, but you don't see me rocking the tartan." " And thank God for that. You're too bowlegged to pull that shit off." Butch assumed a bored expression. " You can bite me. "
2 " You scared the crap out of me,” I shove his bare chest with a growl. “Wasthat you at the front door?”“Ya think?” He fires back with a raise of his eyebrows, taking hold of my armagain, as he practically drags me back toward the front entry.“Did it occur to you to say something?” I shoot back with a scowl. “I thoughtyou were some kind of psychopath.” My frown deepens, as I consider whether he might in fact be a psychopath. "
― M.A. George , Aqua
3 " They don't fit you?" V asked his roommate." Not the point. No offense, but these are wicked Village People." Butch held his heavy arms out and turned in a circle, his bare chest catching the light. " I mean, come on." " They're for fighting, not fashion." " So are kilts, but you don't see me rocking the tartan." " And thank God for that. You're too bowlegged to pull that shit off." Butch assumed a bored expression. " You can bite "
4 " ...The man who stood before her was taller and stranger than anyone she had ever encountered. His unkempt hair was a long dark brown, partially braided and twisted around twigs, the tips of his pointed ears poking between strands. His bare chest made her flush, but it was completely covered in green inked tattoos. Leather breeches creaked when he shifted. He held his hand out to her, uncurling fingers with long nails. " Aislin," he repeated, his voice gruff and purring, " do not be frightened. I have been waiting so long for you. "
