[ RIP Caleb. Fjord doesn't even need to look at the Wizard to see what's up, he has an eyeful before Molly straightens and that shirt falls down. He could weep with how relieved he is for the exhaustion weighing down his limbs because it stops him from getting hard around his friends; Molly deserves to work for it after this show, anyway. ]
Molly, come here?
[ He sets his empty bowl aside and pats the seat beside him, an open arm extended. If they aren't going upstairs yet he at least wants to have him close. ]
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Molly, come here?
[ He sets his empty bowl aside and pats the seat beside him, an open arm extended. If they aren't going upstairs yet he at least wants to have him close. ]