[ Things that Fjord loves: physical contact. Slumped together, warm and cosy in the old Blooming Grove temple as sunlight filters through the homely windows, he could probably fall asleep if he let himself and get lost in the illusion. Caduceus is real and that's all that matters, Fjord thinks as he absently rubs his nose on the silky, spidery fabric of a sleeve. No point pretending he's not comfortable. ]
I would say you're just the right height.
[ Shooting a smile up at his tall friend, who isn't currently all that far away given their seating arrangement, Fjord finds the room less interesting to look at than his companion, flirting teasing him for the fun of it. ]
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I would say you're just the right height.
[ Shooting a smile up at his tall friend, who isn't currently all that far away given their seating arrangement, Fjord finds the room less interesting to look at than his companion,
flirtingteasing him for the fun of it. ]What's the weather like up there, Deuces?