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[leetle]

Hey! It's Jester!
I can't pick up right now, but I'll reply really soon, okay? Don't miss me too much.
...doot doo doo beep boop!





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[halforc]

I've been ... reading some, since we got here.

[ He climbs up to roll onto his side so he doesn't crush her, arms open for her. The blankets are tossed over her waist for propriety's sake. ]

Caleb likes the books from the library, so I pick him up some and grab whatever looks interesting for myself. There's always porn in it somewhere.

[leetle]

[Jester adjusts easily, rolling into his arms and nestling down in them happily while she listens to him talk, her ear pressed to his chest and his heartbeat a soothing pulse underneath.]

That's so cute! You should share them with me when you're done. I have Tusk Love but I've read it a zillion times.

[She leans up to kiss Fjord on the corner of his mouth, and then makes eye contact so he knows exactly what she's saying.] I'm ready for a new story.

[halforc]

[ He side-eyes her through the kiss, mollified when she wants something new on all levels. ]

One's about Mothman, a man-moth. [ Yes, it's that deep!! Don't judge him, not when he's tucking her hair behind her ears and horns. ] He helps save a world called America but then he betrays the President, the love of his life. I met Mothman here, he's miserable as fuck and gave me this ...

[ Showing her one of the thin, long scars down his forearm. ]

[leetle]

[Jester just kind of stares at Fjord for a second, looking doubtfully between the scar and his face.]

A man-moth from a story book is real and he hurt you?

[halforc]

Yes.

[ The sheer honesty of it blinks at her. ]

He gives off this aura of misery, it's horrible. Mothman's depressed as fuck.

[leetle]

Well, what the fuck!

[Jester laughs, burying her face in Fjord's shirt.]

Good for him for having a romance book written about him, though, that's pretty nice.

[halforc]

Don't ever do what I did and go looking for him, he's not much of a conversationalist ... maybe because he has the head of a moth. You know what? That's creepy as fuck, let me look at you!

[ He shudders off the mental imagery and wonders what's wrong with him, chatting away about monsters he has encountered when he has a naked Jester to wrap his arms around. Fjord does just that and tickles her sides, nuzzling low on her neck to avoid getting horned in the eye. ]

[leetle]

I won't, I wo—Fjord!

[Jester shrieks, scrambling to defend her soft parts from his assault, an effervescent laugh bubbling up from her throat.]

Fuck youhahahahaha!

[halforc]

[ She is being bearded, resistance is futile! Ah, but he has pity since she's likely still worn out and loose-limbed from her orgasm, slumping in the crook of that neck where he gets comfy in the hope of more hair-petting. ]

Got you.

[ Tracing circles up and down her side where the blanket leaves a slice of blue skin undefended. ]

[leetle]

[He relents, and Jester goes boneless beneath him, gasping for her breath. Below, her tail curls around his calf, and she grins to herself as her fingers dance over his shoulders.]

Yeah, you do.