[ Molly's tail wiggles in that grasp, stroking over the green lips while a slit of red under heavy lids watch. It makes him stretch out more, like a lazy cat trying to cover as much of the nice warm pillow as possible. It feels so good that he could just vibrate like Frumpkin.
Then Fjord says that and he can't help the laughter that follows. ]
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Then Fjord says that and he can't help the laughter that follows. ]
You're terrible. I'm telling Clay you said that.