[ He crooks a finger under Molly's chin to try to get him to look up. ]
I couldn't keep my hands off you either, buddy. You're not in this literal mess alone.
[ Grinning guiltily, he glances down at their rumpled, soiled bedsheets. Wet-wipes covered in come really should have been stuffed in a bin outside last night but they stare back from the corners of the tent like judgemental eyes.
Fjord leans in for a soft, chaste kiss, because it's sweet and also ... morning breath. Sincere. ]
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[ He crooks a finger under Molly's chin to try to get him to look up. ]
I couldn't keep my hands off you either, buddy. You're not in this literal mess alone.
[ Grinning guiltily, he glances down at their rumpled, soiled bedsheets. Wet-wipes covered in come really should have been stuffed in a bin outside last night but they stare back from the corners of the tent like judgemental eyes.
Fjord leans in for a soft, chaste kiss, because it's sweet and also ... morning breath. Sincere. ]
I don't regret it.