It's true. You are so unpopular. There are hardly any others trying to ride the Bull. [He laughs before he can fully get the sentence out because of how ridiculous it sounds. Of course people were clambering to climb Bull. Cyril could relate.]
[Cyril doesn't even deny it.] We both know that I don't get nearly as much as I'd like, but that's because what I'd like is for you to fuck me every single moment of every single day.
Ugh. I know. I'm going to get so fat. [He says that so often when it comes to the food here, yet he also puts effort into making sure that doesn't happen.]
Will you still love me when I'm as round as a spoiled noble?
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That's highly unrealistic.
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[He gets another kiss and then Bull shifts him so he can have and easier time cleaning the rest of him up.]
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Will you still love me when I'm as round as a spoiled noble?
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You know, I think you'd be cute with some pudge on you.
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Well that wasn't a fair question because I'd be cute no matter what.
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Yes. I suppose I have. You'll love me even if I was under a magic spell that made me a toad?
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