[ He suspects the only thing Molly will be feeding tomorrow is his hangover a greasy breakfast.
After a moment's hesitation looking down on him, he hooks an arm around Molly's shoulders to coax him into what became, over months, their natural sleeping position with those horns safely tucked away, a tiefling on his chest. ]
Come here, just don't throw up on me or I really will toss you back into your own bed.
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[ He suspects the only thing Molly will be feeding tomorrow is his hangover a greasy breakfast.
After a moment's hesitation looking down on him, he hooks an arm around Molly's shoulders to coax him into what became, over months, their natural sleeping position with those horns safely tucked away, a tiefling on his chest. ]
Come here, just don't throw up on me or I really will toss you back into your own bed.