He can't imagine any supernaturals having issues with him. But then again... he does write about them. Most people think it's fiction, but some out there know it's not. Snake didn't know it, but there have been a few creatures that have come after him before. He just got lucky.
"Claimed, huh?" There's a slight hint of teasing in his voice. But the subtle grin curving his lips said that he didn't mind that terminology at all.
"Sure, as long as it won't make things weird for him, I'm game for it."
"Yes. Claimed. You're mine." Obviously. He wasn't about to elaborate further because he was very sure it was quite clear and required no further explanation. Snake was his. The end.
"It won't be weird for him."
A pause and a hum. "I wonder if he'll promise to eat you if you hurt me. Oh well. Nothing to worry about because you won't."
“What? Really?” Being threatened with cannibalism wasn’t on Snake’s bingo card for… his entire life. Wrapping his arms more firmly around Tiras, Snake heaved out a breath that tapered into a light laugh.
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"Claimed, huh?" There's a slight hint of teasing in his voice. But the subtle grin curving his lips said that he didn't mind that terminology at all.
"Sure, as long as it won't make things weird for him, I'm game for it."
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"It won't be weird for him."
A pause and a hum. "I wonder if he'll promise to eat you if you hurt me. Oh well. Nothing to worry about because you won't."
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"I'd drain the world dry for him. He can eat some people for me."
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“You’re a strange one,” he mused fondly.