"I... I think that some aren't as bad as you think they are." He growled the words, his hands shaking as Brock grew closer. His eyes closed and he swallowed, biting his bottom lip to keep from pouncing on him. He knew how humans could be. A better world could be great, but it wouldn't be easy to pull off.
He swallowed, a shiver running through him. "Just where do you want us to go?" He nodded his head in agreement, his body acting as if it had its own mind separate from him. "I... I'm good at planning." His voice was low, a hunger in it as he stepped closer to Brock. He could picture the man in his mind. All he wanted to do was grab him and drag him out of the weapons locker.
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He swallowed, a shiver running through him. "Just where do you want us to go?" He nodded his head in agreement, his body acting as if it had its own mind separate from him. "I... I'm good at planning." His voice was low, a hunger in it as he stepped closer to Brock. He could picture the man in his mind. All he wanted to do was grab him and drag him out of the weapons locker.
"Don't know you well enough. Are you good?"