[ Molly gives Fjord a look, but he still can't quite remember the reason. Maybe it will get back to him later? Who knows. His thoughts are soothed by that sweet hand in his hair, though, and the tiefling sighs happily. ]
I guess I have to...
[ He smells like tequila and sweat, but he's so soft and pliant right here, unwilling to risk his chance of being close like this with Fjord just to go stew in a bath instead. ]
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I guess I have to...
[ He smells like tequila and sweat, but he's so soft and pliant right here, unwilling to risk his chance of being close like this with Fjord just to go stew in a bath instead. ]
Do we have anything other than goose?