The things I will never tell you
A mess is made yet there is no complaint while we lay here together. a white light flashes slowly taking this image away to the sound of my phone ringing. the dream now gone my attention directed to the message i have received, it's from you.
Splintered Light, Chapter 1.4: Before Dawn
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Finding Love
He does so, seemingly without complaint. at least, no complaint that he voices out loud. he lays down on the rock, his paws dangling in the air above him, and i reach out, starting to scrub each limb, from the joint all the way up to his toes.
Chapter Two: Clash of Instinct
She gave no complaint, mouth open as she breathed in his heavy scent, eyes shut tight as one last, desperate whine rolled from her lips.
A Curtain Falls Over Furdom 10: Storm
If we didn't leave this room until after the curtain tomorrow, i would not have any complaints. but as i settled down in my sleeping bag, i found i did have a complaint. the floor was hard and the thin padding of the sleeping bag was not much help.
Café Plaisir: Rain Flower Gets the Chair
"hrrrf... yeah..." growled the glaceon, grumpy disapproval in her eyes, "i've heard rumour of your assaults on him, but he hasn't made a complaint... i need a complaint to take action..."
Ch.5 Crescendo
"um....sir, it's just that we've had complaints." dal leaned down and snorted bringing his face level with the canine. "what type of complaints?" rick quickly stood up and tugged on dal's sleeve "um....dal....now may not...."
Early Risers
"hey now, i don't recall hearing any complaints from you." "did i say i was complaining?" his smile twisted as he leaned up towards my cheek, whispering, "lemme tell ya.
Memo: August 26, 1987 (Art Bell Gets His Money's Worth, Part II)
#2 of art bell gets his money's worth "[redacted] has a complaint."
Downed Prey (Welded Sunset)
I can handle another hour.", though further complaint from the bear was cut short with the disorientation that came with the arrival of the intense magnetic field that sprang from the mountain top.
Walking Around
It doesn't reply to my complaint. i scoff. so, i head to my room and drop into my bed. the sheets are now wet and smell like a wet dog. i frown at this and scolded my reflection for not keeping my things dry. as always, it never replies.
Character Ref: Hydrus
His great grandfather, the overlord of all the netherrealm, chose him as the future overlord from a very young age, and despite the complaints of many other members of the family his mind was set.