[ Taken by surprise when charged and kissed, he wraps an arm around Molly to catch his weight and rests the wrist of the hand holding his sword by a hip to steady him. The fake blood tastes awful, truly, so he takes a moment to spit it to one side before going in for another kiss that surges with relief and happiness to have saved his sorta-boyfriend. Kind of.
Fjord murmurs against a cheek when he catches his breath, ] You promised to tell me all about the carnival later. Couldn't let you get out of that.
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Fjord murmurs against a cheek when he catches his breath, ] You promised to tell me all about the carnival later. Couldn't let you get out of that.