[Bull laughs quietly. He is glad that Krem seems to be getting on okay, and he's more grateful still that, as far as he knows, no one's been an asshole. He misses violence enough that he wouldn't need a lot of convincing to break someone's nose.
He runs his hands over Molly's thighs and pulls her closer, content to feel her warmth against him.]
It is. And Krem knows me almost better than anyone. [His tamassran is an exception. And Dorian... Dorian is on his way to knowing Bull very well. Thinking of the mage has a flicker of sadness flashing across his face. This is exactly why he'd been looking for company in the first place.]
I'm used to being on my own, though. I haven't lived among my people for ten years now. Just humans, elves, and dwarves.
[Bull tips his head to brush a kiss over Molly's shoulder.]
[ The way he speaks about Krem is sweet and it's kind of the thing she's got going with the Nein as well. A backup for anything, fights or drinks.
Molly wouldn't be a fortune teller by trade if she wasn't a perceptive one, though, and she catches the slight sadness there. It's followed by his admittance to not being around his people for a while, but the tiefling senses a bit more to it.
Maybe she'll ask Krem about it.
For now, she purrs again at the kiss, tail curling around one of those meaty thighs. Soothing and hungry in one, kindness hiding under flirting so Bull could pick what he needed. ]
Well. At least I can provide you with some familiar head gear when you're with me.
[ One curved horn rests against Bull's chest. Molly's not exactly afraid that she'll scratch him. Not with that resilience. ]
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He runs his hands over Molly's thighs and pulls her closer, content to feel her warmth against him.]
It is. And Krem knows me almost better than anyone. [His tamassran is an exception. And Dorian... Dorian is on his way to knowing Bull very well. Thinking of the mage has a flicker of sadness flashing across his face. This is exactly why he'd been looking for company in the first place.]
I'm used to being on my own, though. I haven't lived among my people for ten years now. Just humans, elves, and dwarves.
[Bull tips his head to brush a kiss over Molly's shoulder.]
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Molly wouldn't be a fortune teller by trade if she wasn't a perceptive one, though, and she catches the slight sadness there. It's followed by his admittance to not being around his people for a while, but the tiefling senses a bit more to it.
Maybe she'll ask Krem about it.
For now, she purrs again at the kiss, tail curling around one of those meaty thighs. Soothing and hungry in one, kindness hiding under flirting so Bull could pick what he needed. ]
Well. At least I can provide you with some familiar head gear when you're with me.
[ One curved horn rests against Bull's chest. Molly's not exactly afraid that she'll scratch him. Not with that resilience. ]