[ Fjord spends his days in a happy blur of activity at work, one of his favourite photos of Molly from the account saved to his phone in case he wants to see him again, mooning over his feelings and how they're all wriggled up in knots. He appreciates the check-ins, even when Molly forgets he's at work, replying with pictures of the plants and arrangements he's working on, one including a selfie where he has a rose between his teeth because the conversation's mood is silly enough to prompt it.
He's at home the evening before their second not-quite-date when the flood of photos comes through and while he has no idea how Molly has suddenly grown tits — oh, they're fake, that's fucking amazing considering how believable they looked — he gives his opinions on which poses look best, trying not to assume the seaside-theme is anything to do with him. It's likely a request from Molly's followers.
Yasha gets a thumbs-up for the pilfered wig.
The next day, while sitting together, he feels more comfortable and has a mini rant about his job and some difficult Karens, laughing it off with Molly's help and reaching for his hand over the table like he did the first time they were alone. It brings comfort, that simple touch. He missed it more than he knew. ]
I'm sorry for popping off like that, it's been a day. Tell me how your morning went? Was the mer-molly a success?
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He's at home the evening before their second not-quite-date when the flood of photos comes through and while he has no idea how Molly has suddenly grown tits — oh, they're fake, that's fucking amazing considering how believable they looked — he gives his opinions on which poses look best, trying not to assume the seaside-theme is anything to do with him. It's likely a request from Molly's followers.
Yasha gets a thumbs-up for the pilfered wig.
The next day, while sitting together, he feels more comfortable and has a mini rant about his job and some difficult Karens, laughing it off with Molly's help and reaching for his hand over the table like he did the first time they were alone. It brings comfort, that simple touch. He missed it more than he knew. ]
I'm sorry for popping off like that, it's been a day. Tell me how your morning went? Was the mer-molly a success?