[ He's about to reply when a picture comes through. Fjord grins, saving the photo after studying it for a minute, then decides he's going to be a reckless moron as he takes a selfie of himself (waist up!) bare-chested as he sips his coffee in a salute. Maybe it's because he doesn't know Molly that well that he feels so bold, not worried about the picture being passed around when it looks so casually snapped.
From what he saw of the tiefling, there's a lot more hair on himself and his own scars are like random flecks, the paler green running down his neck spreading all the way down the centre of his chest and leading south past relaxed abs. He's not as cut as he was when in his prime as a swimmer but it's just a little extra thiccness, adding to his bulk.
Melora's the one who keeps feeding him up on her home-cooked meals, he can't turn all those dishes down. ]
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From what he saw of the tiefling, there's a lot more hair on himself and his own scars are like random flecks, the paler green running down his neck spreading all the way down the centre of his chest and leading south past relaxed abs. He's not as cut as he was when in his prime as a swimmer but it's just a little extra thiccness, adding to his bulk.
Melora's the one who keeps feeding him up on her home-cooked meals, he can't turn all those dishes down. ]
as you can see, i'm free today