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“Do I not feel real?” “I don’t know,” Cooper murmured, his eyelids suddenly feeling heavy. “I haven’t been touched in a while.” “Yes, your soul piece tastes of it.” Right. Cooper had given a piece of his soul in exchange for…friendship? “Tastes of what?” he asked, his head full of cotton. “Loneliness.”
Chaos stared down at the human who’d summoned him. He had lowered him oh so very gently onto the floor after he’d collapsed. Chaos hadn’t even dropped the human’s head to hear the crack. He was already taking such good care of his puppy.
Good job!
Chaos frowned down at the phone in his hand. “You’re not going to want to kiss me anymore,” he said in a quiet voice. Quiet and pathetic. Cooper should really take pity on him. Chaos was counting on it.
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Ivan had none of Cooper’s shy mannerisms or interesting features. He was maybe handsome, if someone was looking for a block of ice made sentient.
“I should hate it,” he muttered. “I wanted freedom, and instead I’m tied to you. But I find I don’t mind being grounded, if I’m grounded with you, Cooper.”
“You’re a menace.” “Yes,” Chaos agreed cheerfully. “And soon you’ll be stuck with me for always.”
Money leads to such convenience, doesn’t it?” Cooper scoffed. “Money’s empty.” “People are empty,”
“I didn’t bite it off,” he told Cooper proudly. Cooper arched his brows, still cupping his hand to his chest. “Was there a risk of that?” “There’s always a risk of that. You have lovely hands.” “Your version of cuteness aggression is alarming.”
