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Billy sits and watches Dom build a fort out of the sporks that came with their room service for the better part of an hour. He dangles a leg over the arm of his chair and eventually throws a shoe at Dom. "Eh!" he mumbles, as the shoe misses and instead hits the table. Dom looks up just as his spork fort crumbles. Billy grins, ten types of triumphant, as he catches Dom's gaze. Billy's eyes have gone pale yellow green. "Get yer lazy arse over here and do something naughty to me..." Dom smirks and pushes his chair back. |