[ Charon. A name to remember, wondering if it's someone on the island or back home for her.
He clears his throat and tears his eyes off her luscious curves, busying himself pouring out the hot water from (what is to him) a futuristic canteen that keeps the liquid hot, mostly filling up the two mugs. Only pays attention long enough not to burn himself, though. ]
I wanted to talk to you again, we didn't do much of that back at the ... bath.
[ Fjord lies down on a bent arm beside her and sets the drinks between them, offering one of the chocolate balls in his hand. His attention keeps catching on the puddling of pink locks between her thighs, over her breasts, scant cover at best; his slitted pupils are a lot more human when he look at her and smiles. ]
I've never met anyone like you before, god or not.
[ Plop! His bomb hits the hot water of his drink, bubbles, then has a mini explosion of pink marshmallows (same colour as her hair) amid the chocolate. ]
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He clears his throat and tears his eyes off her luscious curves, busying himself pouring out the hot water from (what is to him) a futuristic canteen that keeps the liquid hot, mostly filling up the two mugs. Only pays attention long enough not to burn himself, though. ]
I wanted to talk to you again, we didn't do much of that back at the ... bath.
[ Fjord lies down on a bent arm beside her and sets the drinks between them, offering one of the chocolate balls in his hand. His attention keeps catching on the puddling of pink locks between her thighs, over her breasts, scant cover at best; his slitted pupils are a lot more human when he look at her and smiles. ]
I've never met anyone like you before, god or not.
[ Plop! His bomb hits the hot water of his drink, bubbles, then has a mini explosion of pink marshmallows (same colour as her hair) amid the chocolate. ]