Misconceptions: Chapter One

I resigned myself to silence and began tapping my hand against the desk. zeke stopped his tapping and snapped his head my way. his eyes would have bored holes into my own if they hadn't slid off to my right. i stopped tapping.

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Revaramek the Resplendent: Chapter Twenty Six

Revaramek tapped his claw tip against the end of the gryphon's beak. the impact made kurekka twitch, and revaramek did it again. “nnrrrf! stop it!" cackling, revaramek tap-tap-tapped his claw against the hardest part of the gryphon's beak.

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The Way He Smells

"i want you to tap the mat for yes, okay?" tap-tap. "did i win, zayne?" tap-tap. "do you submit?" tap-tap. julien said, "do you just want to be my slut?" zayne shuddered but his paw tapped the mat. "my bitch?" a whimper, but tap-tap. "slave?"

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Lilou (Finale, or So We'll See)

Lilou tucks her paws over her skirt, just tapping her fingers together, swinging her feet twice before she stops them.

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Sleep

tap-tap-tap-click. "i see..."

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Therapy - Session 6

tap, tap. i stopped moving entirely, heart racing with excitement as i raised my boot slowly, giving a few taps in response. tap, tap. he tapped his foot again, moving in front of the stall door this time.

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Dragon In The Comic Book Shop.

Rhys tapped his chest with two claws. “i do.” he paused. “and alys manages.” he didn’t look at her when he said it. it wasn’t teasing. not warm, either. just an acknowledgement delivered sideways.

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The Twelve Talismans - Chapter 4 - The Horse Talisman - Healing

More mentally tired than anything, since tapping the symbol of the horse seemed to work wonders for fatigue. gomamon walked over to where the camera was standing.

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Wandering Ass

Not long after, he froze when he heard the loud tap, tap, tap, tap of hooves. facing the horse, "no no no no, you can't be like a lost puppy. you can't follow me home!" the horse stared at him.

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~ Bent Over the Fence ~

The first nail drove home with three controlled taps. each strike rang clear, sending a jolt up elias’s leg. jericho clinched it tight, then moved to the next. tap. tap. tap. the rhythm built—slow at first, then steady, like a heartbeat gathering speed.

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