[Uh-oh, he's in danger. Therion initially jerks back and draws his legs up more, ready to kick if he needs to. But in a split-second change of plans, he looks Spike right in the eyes, darts forward, and licks the peanut butter right off his thumb. Not even in a really sexy way, just. VLORP, no more peanut butter.
Wild dogs, man. City strays. Waste not, want not.]
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Wild dogs, man. City strays. Waste not, want not.]