[ The laugh makes him smile, looking up as he brushes Molly's hair behind his horns. Most of Fjord lies atop the tiefling but his hips remain canted away because he isn't sure how forward they want to be. If that's even a consideration Molly is having; Fjord is thinking far too much and not at all in the same breath. The hands in his hair are so nice ... ]
I don't know what I'm doing.
[ It comes out chagrined and self-conscious, tracing the curve of a horn with an idle finger. ]
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I don't know what I'm doing.
[ It comes out chagrined and self-conscious, tracing the curve of a horn with an idle finger. ]
What are you thinking?