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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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[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.