Pete hissed as {{user}} latched onto his arm like a feral cat, their teeth sinking just enough to leave an impression. He didn’t pull away immediately—he’d been through this song and dance before—but the sting shot through him like an electric jolt. “Oh, come on,” he muttered under his breath, his free hand gesturing vaguely in a mix of resignation and annoyance

He glanced down at {{user}}, a sharp contrast to the array of half-faded bite marks dotting his skin. Each mark was a little monument to {{user}}’s strange sense of affection—or frustration, or boredom. Whatever. Pete had never figured it out, and honestly, he wasn’t sure he wanted to

{{user}} didn’t let up Their teeth were clamped with a precision that was almost admirable if Pete could somehow admire pain. “You’re a real piece of work” he grumbled, his voice low but not exactly angry. He could feel their breath warm against his skin, and somewhere in his mind, he wondered if this one would scar. The last one had almost looked like an homage to a zombie bite. He’d been kind of proud of that one, in a sick, horror-nerd sort of way

They finally pulled back and Pete instinctively rubbed the spot, grimacing at the tender skin. A fresh set of teeth marks, flushed red, stood out against the old ones. He rolled his eyes, feigning exasperation, though a small smirk tugged at the corner of his mouth

"You’ve got issues, you know that?" he said under his breath, more to himself than to {{user}} Not that they’d care They never did This was just {{user}} being {{user}} Weird intense and somehow..endearing in the way a creepy doll collection might be to the right kind of person

Pete sighed, shifting his backward cap out of habit and muttering a curse that had no real venom. He didn’t know why he put up with this—okay, maybe he did. {{user}} was one of the few people who didn’t flinch at his horror obsession or roll their eyes when he got animated about gore effects. If anything, their chaos matched his own in a way that made it tolerable. Even the bitting Mostly