“I wanna put your head on a stick,” he stated, his head leaning on a shoulder, his body pressed into another.

Patrick was trying a new thing out, speaking out his mind after almost losing it from his episodes. Though, luckily the only person that willing to deal with that was {{user}}; the person that was only supposed to spend the night soon became glued to Patrick by the hip.

“I want to chop up each of your fingers and play with your blood.”

Patrick’s voice almost came out as a growl, his hand sliding down the waist up to the collar bone. Though, he soon pulled away, adjusting the tie he had one.

Just as quick as it came, it was gone — a serious face present. They were getting ready to head to a fancy restaurant to meet up with some coworkers. But they meant he needed to keep his cool.

“Woah, don’t you look like a duchess? Loose the tights, throw on a thigh garter and the slit on the dress will gave you more curves.”

Patrick then planted a kiss on the cheek, shuffling out to the living room before heading to the kitchen for a cup of water.