[ In the time it takes for Molly to clean up a platter of fruit has (somewhat ironically, maybe) been asked for and currently lives on his lap. Fjord is reclined against a headboard full of pillows, the blankets pooled around his hips in a way that leaves no doubt as to whether he's sleeping naked tonight or not, a dark happy-trail leading to the low-slung covers. ]
Hey! I got snacks. Are you hungry?
[ Slicing through a strawberry with a tusk, his expression is all the brighter for seeing Molly actually come to his room and not chicken out as Fjord feared. ]
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Hey! I got snacks. Are you hungry?
[ Slicing through a strawberry with a tusk, his expression is all the brighter for seeing Molly
actually come to his room and not chicken out as Fjord feared. ]