[ Whatever he wants. Shit, what does he want? This is all such new territory for him. All Molly knows is that he's having fun and doesn't want that to stop.

Those eyes are so intriguing, and the little glance makes him stick out the tiny prongs just a bit. (Of course that's when Fjord asks his age and Molly almost bites his tongue when he laughs.) ]

Oooh, yeah. My age is kind of... messed up. I was probably in my upper teens, early adulthood when I was hit, but nobody knows the exact number. That was eight years ago, so my papers say 26. Give or take a few years. We usually call me eight just to be funny. What about you?