[ It makes him mad that no one has ever cared for Molly post-sex, wondering what the hell those people were thinking. Maybe that with all his confidence the tiefling doesn't need extra attention, but Fjord can't help but give it to him. Left alone with the memory of Molly walking out (oof, that'll stick for years), he grows restless and has entirely too much time to think. When Molly isn't back within fifteen minutes Fjord finds a clean pair of boxers (again) and heads into the kitchen to root up some food. One plate of chicken nuggets later, the house smells like food at almost one in the morning.
He sets them on the bed and wonders what's become of Molly for half an hour, mildly concerned. Finding that discarded shirt from earlier in case the guy wants some cover, he raps lightly on the bathroom door. ]
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He sets them on the bed and wonders what's become of Molly for half an hour, mildly concerned. Finding that discarded shirt from earlier in case the guy wants some cover, he raps lightly on the bathroom door. ]
Molly, you alright in there?