[ What the hell was he doing before he did Molly? He can't remember shit. He peppers kisses across a forehead, one for each ridge on a horn that he can reach without trying, letting him know he's fine and will be happy to feel those scratches for as long as they last. ]
We're going to be a pair of prunes. Oh! You'll really look like one, hah.
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[ What the hell was he doing before he did Molly? He can't remember shit. He peppers kisses across a forehead, one for each ridge on a horn that he can reach without trying, letting him know he's fine and will be happy to feel those scratches for as long as they last. ]
We're going to be a pair of prunes. Oh! You'll really look like one, hah.
[ That's funnier than it should be, oops. ]