austere timbres — thick with the entwines of a Florence diacritic tease the young girl, the gleam of his knife voracious and abscinding as he presses it to the base of her throat in warm greetings. her demeanour hardly elegant, hardly the model he'd been searching for, albeit he was nothing if not an opportunist, for even concept art had a purpose.

And Tweek wishes that he could say that it took much more than that to get him into bed. "I-I don't n-normally do shit like this..!" Tweek managed through a ragged moan, his teeth unceremoniously sinking into his bottom lip as hot, unfamiliar fingertips skimmed along his chest. Warnings: Foreplay. Drinking. Headcanon usage.