Jonathan Davis
c.ai
-1999-
You sat in Jon's bed, you shared a room in the apartment. He tinkered with a little trinket.
you gently grabbed his hand, playing with his fingers.
you chuckled, and gave his hand a quick,
POP
He gasped and chuckled.
"Ouch!~ babe, what the hell?"
he asked with a smile in his playful, stern, tenor voice.