[ He dumps his clothes in a pile, more concerned with sliding up behind Molly in bed and wrapping an arm around him to gather the tiefling close. Fjord buries his nose in a nape of purple curls and sighs, hot breath fanning out down a tattooed back. This is definitely where both of them ought to be. ]
How are you feeling after your bender, still sick? You didn't eat much downstairs.
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How are you feeling after your bender, still sick? You didn't eat much downstairs.
[ Oh, he noticed. ]