[There's a hand on his arm and a voice in his head, and he recoils from it, stares at the girl with eyes as wild as a trapped animal, and takes a few steps back away from her.
There's a monster on his shoulder, a cruel, disgusting, twisted, tentacled thing that's wrapped itself around his shoulders and back, buried itself under his skin. It hisses at her, as though she's encroached on his territory, which, in a way, she has.]
aaaaw yiss (she's welcome to read his mind as much or as little as you want)
There's a monster on his shoulder, a cruel, disgusting, twisted, tentacled thing that's wrapped itself around his shoulders and back, buried itself under his skin. It hisses at her, as though she's encroached on his territory, which, in a way, she has.]
Don't... don't do that.