i’m not into slavery, i swear

(We’re snuggled up together, spooning. It’s dark, quiet, and still in the room)
H: Stop! Stop it!
M: Huh?
(he rolls away to the far edge of the bed)
M: What? Wait, come back!
H: No! You have a gun!
M: I do not have a gun. Come back!
H: No, you’re going to sell me into slavery!

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