I am not kicking you out. [Jester's more than happy to curl her arms around his shoulders, content to lay there in her own wet spot if it means snuggles can be a thing. Her fingernails scratch gently at Fjord's scalp, glancing down at him dubiously.]
What about you? I can't be allowed to have all the fun, you know.
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What about you? I can't be allowed to have all the fun, you know.