[ The tail around his leg is what lulls him to sleep the fastest, something so quintessentially Molly that it immediately allays any lingering thoughts.
He dreams of a beach and pretty red eyes, surf splashing around their feet under the hot sunshine ...
In the morning he's out for the count even when Molly moves away, although he rolls into the warm space left by that toasty tiefling skin. In the light of day Fjord's apartment is a little more nautical than it looked at night, just enough to show a bit of interest in each room; shells on shelves, a dry starfish on a coffee table, anchors on the tea-towel. He's a boy who loves boats.
Molly has the run of the apartment to do what he will and be as nosy as he likes! ]
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He dreams of a beach and pretty red eyes, surf splashing around their feet under the hot sunshine ...
In the morning he's out for the count even when Molly moves away, although he rolls into the warm space left by that toasty tiefling skin. In the light of day Fjord's apartment is a little more nautical than it looked at night, just enough to show a bit of interest in each room; shells on shelves, a dry starfish on a coffee table, anchors on the tea-towel. He's a boy who loves boats.
Molly has the run of the apartment to do what he will and be as nosy as he likes! ]