[ There's something weirdly twitchy about Molly ... which Fjord forgets the instant he has Molly's arms around his neck and lips on his own, leaning up to give him what he wants. ]
Oh, yes. Okay.
[ Pleasantly surprised not to have to ask, he rises from the table and slips a hand into Molly's to lead him out. His stomach shouldn't feel so light and fluttery after that much food but it does, ears burning a darker green as he passes a restless thumb over purple knuckles. ]
Your room or mine?
[ Not that it matters to him, it might to Molly. Fjord just focuses on holding his hand and not tripping on his face up the stairs. ]
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Oh, yes. Okay.
[ Pleasantly surprised not to have to ask, he rises from the table and slips a hand into Molly's to lead him out. His stomach shouldn't feel so light and fluttery after that much food but it does, ears burning a darker green as he passes a restless thumb over purple knuckles. ]
Your room or mine?
[ Not that it matters to him, it might to Molly. Fjord just focuses on holding his hand and not tripping on his face up the stairs. ]