<blockquote class="uncited"><div>Ptricia made sure she gave the cameraman good angles, pausing at various points for shots. The last gulp squeezed the half-dragon's head down her throat and into her stomach. You could see the bulge through her fur, and the modified Cast Iron Stomachs t-shirt that covered her front half. She paused for a moment, he wasn't panicking, so she let the cameraman take some shots of her bulging belly.<br/><br/>Luka actually felt quite relaxed as he slid down Ptricia's throat-the first couple of times he'd been terrified but he'd done this a lot since he started his journalism career and now we quite enjoyed it. As he slid into her belly he wriggled about a bit. "Painless. Nice touch." He sighed, laying down and stretching out, skin tingling............</div></blockquote><br/><br/>While all this commotion went on, Reizu was tweaking a line of hair between his fingers as he looked at his claws. He sheathed and unsheathed them agains and again before he sighed. This much attention caused his head to feel woozy. The wolfeasel walked out the door and looked up into the sky. Ahhhh, I am NOT a team player. E could probably handle it but not me. It would drive me crazy. Reizu looked both ways before letting his hand ice over and form a nodachi. The wolfeasel twirled the blade for a while before picking up a can and tossing it up into the air. The beer can reflected off his crimson eyes as he dashed forward and sheathed the sword. The can fell onto the ground in two pieces.<br/><br/>(Our network advisor put a blocking site on our network so I can't access Eka's as often on weekdays.)