[ The flowers are still there when Fjord returns, a few of them losing their petals but otherwise a miracle in the night. Molly is curled up into a ball rather than his normal greedy sprawling, which is a sign that he's still rather cold.
The weight disturbance in the mattress has him stirring a bit, red eyes opening a sliver and the corner of his mouth quirking into a smile. The hand in his hair is so nice, and he snaps the piece of bacon from Fjord fingers. ]
Mm... so good to me.
[ He scoots a bit upward to a sitting position, refusing to get out of his blanket burrito even for an actual burrito. ]
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The weight disturbance in the mattress has him stirring a bit, red eyes opening a sliver and the corner of his mouth quirking into a smile. The hand in his hair is so nice, and he snaps the piece of bacon from Fjord fingers. ]
Mm... so good to me.
[ He scoots a bit upward to a sitting position, refusing to get out of his blanket burrito even for an actual burrito. ]
When are we leaving, love?