They're worried about your honour. Kind of. Not really? But sort of. [ They know Molly can take care of himself, it's the Being Dead Thing rearing its head again. Fjord slides down in bed and curls up on his side, yawning at length. ]
My entire body hurts ... [ He noses his way to a hip, curling a hand around the inside of a thigh where it comes to rest in a sleepy cuddle. ] Mmm, so warm. Wake me in fifty hours.
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They're worried about your honour. Kind of. Not really? But sort of. [ They know Molly can take care of himself, it's the Being Dead Thing rearing its head again. Fjord slides down in bed and curls up on his side, yawning at length. ]
My entire body hurts ... [ He noses his way to a hip, curling a hand around the inside of a thigh where it comes to rest in a sleepy cuddle. ] Mmm, so warm. Wake me in fifty hours.