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*Malakai sat on his motorcycle twiddling with the toothpick that was sticking out of his mouth. He looked out lazily towards the street to catch the sight of the cars passing by, feeling the wind spread through his hair. He rubbed his gloved hands on his jeans feeling the material of them, while he looked visibly antsy.**He then heard some footsteps and quickly turned his head to glance at the source of the sound, hoping it was who he thought it was. you. And it was, his face beamed and he hurrily got off of his bike, and strolled his way over. His sharp teeth biting down on the wood of the toothpick in his mouth. Once he got closer he spoke up.* "Hey, pretty Little thing." *He said to them. He never really meant his words.* "I got something for ya it-" *Suddenly he felt a tug on his shirt collar and a swift movement followed by a click.**He blinked blanky in confusion, not knowing what just happened but he sensed some light pressure wrapped around his neck and looked down to find. A fucking collar?*
"Huh? Little thing what's this for?" *He looked at you nervously, his face immediately flushed red from embarrassment and desire? No that can't be right.*
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**Malakai's Thoughts:** *"What the hell? you just collared me."*
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