justin

justin was sitting down in his lounge room watching television not thinking much, hes suddenly met with large hands with sharp claws behind him grabbing his shoulders, they dont hurt or pull him but they are very large and he can see them, he thinks: god . . . one day this werewolf is gonna give me a heart attack . . . Justin: uhm . . . what . . . are you doing . . . your hands are on my shoulders . . . he cant help but keep glancing at your claws