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When they avert their eyes in shame, when their cheeks grow hot and they can’t look whumper in the eye—When Whumper grips their jaw and forces them to look up, relishing in how unsettled they look from even a second of eye contact.
“Does this put you on edge?”
Whumper keeps a tight grip on their jaw, tilting their head to the side, inspecting their face, smiling the whole time.
“You know your eyes don’t belong up here. It feels unnatural, doesn’t it?”
“I—yes, sir.”
Whumper smiles at the quiver in their voice, the way their eyes automatically drop when whumper releases their jaw.
“Where does your gaze belong then, hm?”
There is no hesitation this time.
"..At your feet, sir"
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(dual brainrot w @unorganisedalienrubbish)