Dinner date
by sdvale
It comes tuta doe doma toma between worlds tah destroy. Elegant, tentacled, sublime noleeya pawa, slithering tonka doe stairs. Quiet house, quiet night. It smells their humanness, their fragile blood-pumping hearts. Konchee have they gone?
Andoba smell distracts tuta doe hunt. Tantalizing, teasing, utterly alluring. Do plate on doe counter um on it—andoba tentacled creature? Pale, thin, knotted, smothered noleeya red um pulverized meat as though it has torn apart doe humans, then soaked noleeya doe grandio mess.
It can't read doe note da says: spaghetti night!
Excitement thrills through doe destroyer. Mo sa it bloodlust? Rage? Noah. Soong love.
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