"I will dissect you in your sleep," I mutter, but the familiar banter helps, in a strange way. Makes this surreal situation feel slightly more normal. "Kinky," Whiskey replies with a waggle of his eyebrows.
Plague and Whiskey sitting in a tree (with Ivy peeping) K-I-S-S-I-N-G 🏳️🌈🤣
— Jan 14, 2026 05:51PM
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