[ Thank fuck that Yasha isn't the type to be direct about personal relationships because Fjord thinks he might have died if she had given them both a talking to. In the wake of everyone else heading off, well-fed and in good spirits, he's left with Molly at the decimated table of crockery, alone for the first time since the afternoon.
He steals some of the leftover bread, munching for something to do. Aside from being patient, which he's sure he usually is. Isn't he? Hmm. ]
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He steals some of the leftover bread, munching for something to do. Aside from being patient, which he's sure he usually is. Isn't he? Hmm. ]
Having a good night?