[ That would be far, far from the sole reason, but to articulate all the swirling sentiment that his stomach has to swallow and that his brain can't catch up with sounds awful. So he's not even going to bother. He groans a little, and he nods, giving her approval in the form of nipping a bit at her chin. He smirks, and he considers her words for a moment.
The whole organized punishment thing was more his dad's thing. The whole meticulous nonsense was his elder brother's.
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The whole organized punishment thing was more his dad's thing. The whole meticulous nonsense was his elder brother's.
But for him... huh. ]
Dunno, did you?