[ All the touches are both nice and weird in one, but he decides to lean into it being good. Everything about this person has been sweet and gentle and kind, so it must be okay... right?
Sitting back a bit to unsquish his tail (flat and limp, not swaying confidently like Molly's used to), the tiefling runs his fingers over the side of the glass as he listens to Fjord talk about his love. How he'll be here for him even if he doesn't remember a damn thing about Fjord. Is that what love is like?
His name is Mollymauk Tealeaf, the other man reminds him again. It's a really pretty name, he has to admit that. Pretty like the coat.
The mention on tieflings and half-orcs draws another small smile, and he nods a little. This, he somehow knows. He's a tiefling. That's instinct. Half-orc, though... leaning forward, he tries to poke a tusk. ]
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Sitting back a bit to unsquish his tail (flat and limp, not swaying confidently like Molly's used to), the tiefling runs his fingers over the side of the glass as he listens to Fjord talk about his love. How he'll be here for him even if he doesn't remember a damn thing about Fjord. Is that what love is like?
His name is Mollymauk Tealeaf, the other man reminds him again. It's a really pretty name, he has to admit that. Pretty like the coat.
The mention on tieflings and half-orcs draws another small smile, and he nods a little. This, he somehow knows. He's a tiefling. That's instinct. Half-orc, though... leaning forward, he tries to poke a tusk. ]
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