Chapter Two Hundred and Sixty-Four – "Perverts in My Lap"
Crow leaned back on the floating throne, eyes half-lidded, the weight of Rose still settled comfortably on his lap. Her humming had quieted for now, replaced by the slow, steady rhythm of her breath as she basked in her self-declared victory.
Lyravex stood nearby, arms crossed, toe tapping as if counting down the seconds.
Crow let out a long sigh, brushing a hand through his tousled black hair.
"Buncha damn perverts..." he mumbled under his breath.
Rose's ears perked up instantly, a sly smile creeping onto her lips. "You like us that way, Master."
Lyravex narrowed her eyes. "Speak for yourself. I just want his attention. And maybe his hand." She glanced sideways. "On my head."
Crow gave her a flat stare. "That's literally what she's doing right now."
Lyravex scoffed. "Not like that. I have standards."
Crow blinked. "You tried to sit on my shoulders the last time I logged in."
"…Irrelevant."
Crow closed his eyes, muttering to himself again.
"Definitely perverts. All of them."
And still, his hand kept patting Rose's head.