[ The mood tonight is definitely more relaxed chatter and sharing food than immediate threesome, which Caleb is grateful for. He'd be flattered by the latter, but gods, not when his shoulders feel like this. His head ducks down a little as he grins, unable to see Fjord (though certainly feeling him) behind him, but meeting Molly's eyes. ]
Ja, okay. If you both insist.
[ The pizza slices are of a sort of ridiculous size, but he's a few bites into one already, and it's easier to wash it down with beer. And only Molly's insistence, he tries the chips and dip too. His neck rolls forward and then backward occasionally, flexing the muscles, and his shoulders shift backward into his half-orc friend's hands with a soft grunt. ]
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Ja, okay. If you both insist.
[ The pizza slices are of a sort of ridiculous size, but he's a few bites into one already, and it's easier to wash it down with beer. And only Molly's insistence, he tries the chips and dip too. His neck rolls forward and then backward occasionally, flexing the muscles, and his shoulders shift backward into his half-orc friend's hands with a soft grunt. ]
How long can you keep that up, Fjord?