Meet Mallory...

“Ouch,” he said. “That hurt.”

He pulled his hand away and looked down at it crossly, wiping it on his jeans. “I don’t like getting shot. Frankly, it pisses me off.” His wings stretched further out from his back as he leaned over Mickey, clamping his hands down over the arms of the chair and pinning him in place. “And you probably don’t want to piss me off…”

Posted by loummorgan on July 27, 2012

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