[ Smooch! Fjord slides off the bed with a wince, finding his breeches and giving a grunting stretch in front of the window. Just to make sure Molly doesn't go back to sleep somehow, he pushes the curtains aside to let in more light directly on the bed. ]
I'll grab our breakfast, be right back.
[ It's early, maybe he can avoid seeing the rest of their group and being needled for last night's noise. ]
[ He winks at Fjord, but makes a note in his head to give the half-orc a lower back massage with breakfast. He did go to town on that lovely ass, after all. ]
See if Mr. Clay made pancakes~!
[ When those curtains are pulled away, Molly hisses exaggeratedly at the light and covering his eyes. How cruel! ]
You'll get what you're given, he's on holiday too!
[ Cheeky bastard. Fjord manages to throw on his boots and a shirt before making his way downstairs, unable to avoid the gaze of Yasha who is already up and deliberately says nothing in a way that says everything. She's an actual angel though, proving it in the way she helps him pile up Molly's plate while Fjord gets his own, no pancakes but there are fresh honeybread croissants and jam, some mangoes and Queens wine. He makes his escape after she points out the bite mark on his neck, blushing a darker green by the time he returns to Molly. ]
[ Fair enough, Molly thinks with a smile and rolls over into the warm spot Fjord left again. He lazily dozes there for another few minutes before he has to drag himself into waking up fully and slouching among the pillows.
He entertains himself for a while by untangling some horn jewelry and wondering if he should get some new body jewelry to wear for Fjord. (Is he thinking of that already? Just... making himself prettier for himself and just one other specific person?) It's an odd thought, but not as frightening as before.
When Fjord comes back, he eagerly looks up at the offerings to his 'altar' and then grins enough to show all fangs when his lover mentions the bites. ]
Just pointing out that Yasha mentioned she could see what you got up to. She's already awake, by the way, had a book with her.
[ He climbs into bed and sets the plates between them, the jug of sweetwine on the bedside table, and flops on his side as he eats. Squirming closer lets him put his head in Molly's lap. ]
You're going out with the girls today, aren't you? We'll have to hit the bathhouse soon, you know how impatient Beau is to get going.
[ Molly asks, completely glossing over that Yasha just saw Fjord with bite marks. She's seen far worse, after all, so it doesn't even register on the rest of his general shamelessness. Instead he makes himself comfortable, picking up some mango with one hand and petting Fjord's hair with the other. ]
I am, and if we run off after this we can helpfully miss your training to soak instead. It should be helpful to any tense muscles.
I didn't notice in between skulking around her like I was doing a walk of shame.
[ Which is all Molly's fault. They really do need to bathe. ]
I like the way you think.
[ Running off before practice is music to his ears, no doubt Beau will train him extra hard in the future. But it's worth it to spend more time with Molly, tilting his head into the hand petting his hair and offering up a chunk of croissant. ]
[ He winks at Fjord, happily taking the offered chunk and eating it together with some of the sweetwine.
They'll have to get their asses in gear for the next fuckup they have to deal with sooner or later, so stealing every moment together while they can is a worthy cause - at least in the tiefling's opinion. ]
Oh, I will have to hear about that adventure later. He's quite powerful, but might need an eye on him in a place like this.
[ Port cities love their naive summer children, even if Clay was probably wizened after so long with the Nein. Molly might never have been to the Menagerie Coast before, but he's seen charlatans aplenty already. Like knows like and all that.
At the mention of looking at shops for him, Molly's tail swishes and he smiles again. ]
Have you not spoiled me enough? Not that I'm complaining, mind you.
[ Molly barks a laugh at that, waving another piece of fruit at Fjord before he finishes his breakfast and gets some clothes out for himself. Just his leggings, sandals and his shirt today, since they were going to the bath house. A bit of water to tame his hair into the signature curls on the way over and some general preening, and he's good to go.
No need to waste his favorite gold eyeliner and kohl to just have it wiped off in twenty minutes, after all.
He walks down to meet the morning staff passing through (he slips them some extra coin), and can hear the giggle of Jester from her room. Seems she was up early as well.
Once down by the entrance, Molly awaits his bathmate. ]
[ Fjord isn't far, talking to some locals when he spots Molly at the door. He heads over and slips a hand into his boyfriend's, greeting him with a peck on the lips. ]
I know where the best bathhouse is and how to get a discount.
[ He takes Fjord's hand, a thrill going through his heart as he does so. He was going to walk in public with a lover. Someone he's keeping for more than one night, and he can show that off. Molly might have done that earlier in their vacation, but it was really sinking in, now.
[ The walk to the bathhouse is more than pleasant when he gets to swing their hands together, pointing out places that the girls might want to go and see later but mainly enjoying having the prettiest, cleverest tiefling around on his arm. He leads them to a pillared marble building and if Molly is perceptive enough he'll see how Fjord shrugs on confidence like a shirt en route to the front desk. He casually namedrops Marion and agrees to the business double-checking to verify his story while they're there, which is all that is needed for a half-price discount to be added and the boys ushered through to some fancy changing rooms where the towels live.
His shoulders sag once the servants leave to let them get undressed, Fjord releasing a breath. ]
I'll be real with you, I halfway didn't expect that to work.
[ He grins again, amused and endeared as they walk towards this bathhouse that Fjord had found. Molly preens at any looks, definitely winking at some people and then leaning more to Fjord just to be a dick. When they reach the place he looks excited at how fancy it is, and watching Fjord's demeanor change like he's putting on new clothes is pretty damn hot.
He does his best to look just look pretty and disinterested just in case the manager has a problem, watching Fjord get them discounts and smiles as 'the Ruby's personal friends'.
Once they're inside the changing room, the tiefling is quick to press Fjord up to a wall for a kiss. ]
Oh, it would have. You came in here with enough panache that you probably didn't even need Marion. Very sexy, love.
[ Pinned to the wall with a kiss is a marked improvement, wrapping up Molly in his arms to steal a lingering second. He untucks his shirt, crawling his fingers up lavender sides as he "helps" him undress, noses brushing. ]
Only the best for my brilliant, beautiful [ mouthing the word over Molly's lips, ] boyfriend.
You spoil me. Be careful, I've heard I easily take advantage.
[ He smiles, happy to have 'help' as he's too busy rolling over the word 'boyfriend' in his mind. It will have to do, Molly thinks with an internal shrug, as it was easiest. It's still... something big. A label on what they are.
Another kiss to green lips, and then the tiefling unties the back of his leggings so that they slip off. ]
[ It's with great reluctance he eases away from the wall and starts undressing, doing so with an efficiency that has everything to do with sinking in the water to watch Molly join him and less about getting clean. His gasps and hissed curses echo off the gold-veined stone walls as he steps down into the hot vanilla-scented water, letting out a moan that he's glad none of the servants can hear.
Fjord crosses his arms on the edge of the pool and arches his back, eyes on Molly. ]
[ Molly puts his clothes away and takes his time, letting Fjord wait a little bit for him as the half-orc gets into the water with a sound that is just sinful. Finally he walks out to join, a big smile on his face as he feels the heat and scent of the water even before he has put his toes in.
Once he sinks into the water he gives a pleased sigh that then turns into a convincing sob. ]
You're right! It's too good!
[ He moves over towards the waiting half-orc, tail trailing in the water like a sneasnake seasnake and then slinks in behind Fjord to kiss his neck. ]
[ Who's making sinful sounds now, wow. Fjord leans back from the edge and floats into Molly, tipping his chin to the side with a happy hum as he feels lips skate his neck. He holds onto Molly's arms, running his hands over the tattoos and raking his claws now and then. The water is just the right side of too hot, Molly is a coalfire behind him, and Fjord's always been weak to a really nice spa.
A rumble of contentment rises up from his chest, almost an orcish purr. It stops when he spots that SNEASNAKE tail swooshing through the water. ]
[ A likewise murmur of happy relaxation comes from Molly as he drapes himself on Fjord, hugging him while enjoying the heat of the bath. At the comment about the tail, the lavender tiefling laughs and sticks his forked tongue out near a pointed ear in a silly wiggle. ]
It comes bearing gifts.
[ He lifts his tail, showing the little bottle on a ribbon that was hidden by the spade. ]
Get yourself nice and relaxed, darling. I want my hands on you.
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Hurry.
[ It's such a wonderful mental image, after all. ]
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[ Smooch! Fjord slides off the bed with a wince, finding his breeches and giving a grunting stretch in front of the window. Just to make sure Molly doesn't go back to sleep somehow, he pushes the curtains aside to let in more light directly on the bed. ]
I'll grab our breakfast, be right back.
[ It's early, maybe he can avoid seeing the rest of their group and being needled for last night's noise. ]
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[ He winks at Fjord, but makes a note in his head to give the half-orc a lower back massage with breakfast. He did go to town on that lovely ass, after all. ]
See if Mr. Clay made pancakes~!
[ When those curtains are pulled away, Molly hisses exaggeratedly at the light and covering his eyes. How cruel! ]
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[ Cheeky bastard. Fjord manages to throw on his boots and a shirt before making his way downstairs, unable to avoid the gaze of Yasha who is already up and deliberately says nothing in a way that says everything. She's an actual angel though, proving it in the way she helps him pile up Molly's plate while Fjord gets his own, no pancakes but there are fresh honeybread croissants and jam, some mangoes and Queens wine. He makes his escape after she points out the bite mark on his neck, blushing a darker green by the time he returns to Molly. ]
You really used me as a chewtoy last night, huh.
[ If only he had a mirror to see the damage!! ]
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He entertains himself for a while by untangling some horn jewelry and wondering if he should get some new body jewelry to wear for Fjord. (Is he thinking of that already? Just... making himself prettier for himself and just one other specific person?) It's an odd thought, but not as frightening as before.
When Fjord comes back, he eagerly looks up at the offerings to his 'altar' and then grins enough to show all fangs when his lover mentions the bites. ]
I certainly did, and you liked it.
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[ He climbs into bed and sets the plates between them, the jug of sweetwine on the bedside table, and flops on his side as he eats. Squirming closer lets him put his head in Molly's lap. ]
You're going out with the girls today, aren't you? We'll have to hit the bathhouse soon, you know how impatient Beau is to get going.
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[ Molly asks, completely glossing over that Yasha just saw Fjord with bite marks. She's seen far worse, after all, so it doesn't even register on the rest of his general shamelessness. Instead he makes himself comfortable, picking up some mango with one hand and petting Fjord's hair with the other. ]
I am, and if we run off after this we can helpfully miss your training to soak instead. It should be helpful to any tense muscles.
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[ Which is all Molly's fault. They really do need to bathe. ]
I like the way you think.
[ Running off before practice is music to his ears, no doubt Beau will train him extra hard in the future. But it's worth it to spend more time with Molly, tilting his head into the hand petting his hair and offering up a chunk of croissant. ]
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[ He winks at Fjord, happily taking the offered chunk and eating it together with some of the sweetwine.
They'll have to get their asses in gear for the next fuckup they have to deal with sooner or later, so stealing every moment together while they can is a worthy cause - at least in the tiefling's opinion. ]
What will you be up to?
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[ It's a fun way to shop, unexpected adventures await. He smooths out his expression as he eats and casually adds, ]
Might have a browse of a shop or two for you ...
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[ Port cities love their naive summer children, even if Clay was probably wizened after so long with the Nein. Molly might never have been to the Menagerie Coast before, but he's seen charlatans aplenty already. Like knows like and all that.
At the mention of looking at shops for him, Molly's tail swishes and he smiles again. ]
Have you not spoiled me enough? Not that I'm complaining, mind you.
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[ But that's a problem for later today! For now, he reaches up and hooks a finger on a horn to try and lure Molly down for a kiss. ]
It's my gold and I'll spend it on who and what I want.
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[ He's easily hooked down for a kiss, tasting of sweetwine and fruit, a few flakes of croissant on his chest like a debauched glutton.
Fjord's comment makes him laugh, and Molly gives another peck at his green nose. ]
Yes, sir.
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Right, I'm getting dressed. I'll meet you downstairs in however long it takes you to tart yourself up.
[ Reluctantly rolling off the bed, he steals one last slice of mango and heads out to make himself somewhat presentable for the rest of the Chateau. ]
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No need to waste his favorite gold eyeliner and kohl to just have it wiped off in twenty minutes, after all.
He walks down to meet the morning staff passing through (he slips them some extra coin), and can hear the giggle of Jester from her room. Seems she was up early as well.
Once down by the entrance, Molly awaits his bathmate. ]
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I know where the best bathhouse is and how to get a discount.
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[ He takes Fjord's hand, a thrill going through his heart as he does so. He was going to walk in public with a lover. Someone he's keeping for more than one night, and he can show that off. Molly might have done that earlier in their vacation, but it was really sinking in, now.
He's not scared. ]
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[ The walk to the bathhouse is more than pleasant when he gets to swing their hands together, pointing out places that the girls might want to go and see later but mainly enjoying having the prettiest, cleverest tiefling around on his arm. He leads them to a pillared marble building and if Molly is perceptive enough he'll see how Fjord shrugs on confidence like a shirt en route to the front desk. He casually namedrops Marion and agrees to the business double-checking to verify his story while they're there, which is all that is needed for a half-price discount to be added and the boys ushered through to some fancy changing rooms where the towels live.
His shoulders sag once the servants leave to let them get undressed, Fjord releasing a breath. ]
I'll be real with you, I halfway didn't expect that to work.
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[ He grins again, amused and endeared as they walk towards this bathhouse that Fjord had found. Molly preens at any looks, definitely winking at some people and then leaning more to Fjord just to be a dick. When they reach the place he looks excited at how fancy it is, and watching Fjord's demeanor change like he's putting on new clothes is pretty damn hot.
He does his best to look just look pretty and disinterested just in case the manager has a problem, watching Fjord get them discounts and smiles as 'the Ruby's personal friends'.
Once they're inside the changing room, the tiefling is quick to press Fjord up to a wall for a kiss. ]
Oh, it would have. You came in here with enough panache that you probably didn't even need Marion. Very sexy, love.
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Only the best for my brilliant, beautiful [ mouthing the word over Molly's lips, ] boyfriend.
[ Back to being 100% smitten. ]
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[ He smiles, happy to have 'help' as he's too busy rolling over the word 'boyfriend' in his mind. It will have to do, Molly thinks with an internal shrug, as it was easiest. It's still... something big. A label on what they are.
Another kiss to green lips, and then the tiefling unties the back of his leggings so that they slip off. ]
Get in the bath. I have a back to massage.
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[ It's with great reluctance he eases away from the wall and starts undressing, doing so with an efficiency that has everything to do with sinking in the water to watch Molly join him and less about getting clean. His gasps and hissed curses echo off the gold-veined stone walls as he steps down into the hot vanilla-scented water, letting out a moan that he's glad none of the servants can hear.
Fjord crosses his arms on the edge of the pool and arches his back, eyes on Molly. ]
It's so good, you're going to cry.
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Once he sinks into the water he gives a pleased sigh that then turns into a convincing sob. ]
You're right! It's too good!
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SNEASNAKEtail swooshing through the water. ]Am I under attack, or ... ?
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It comes bearing gifts.
[ He lifts his tail, showing the little bottle on a ribbon that was hidden by the spade. ]
Get yourself nice and relaxed, darling. I want my hands on you.
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