[ A candle almost goes on in Fjord's head as he finds one very playful doctor suddenly giving him his attention, bitten lip and all, and he knows that somewhere out there the Mighty Nein is howling with laughter at his inexplicable ability to meet hot redheads on ships. The fucking boat isn't even real this time, and yet. What a legacy.
Julian has a sweet humour about him, not to mention some distractingly long boots that draw a glance or two as Fjord looks over the figure better inclining itself toward him, taking it as an invitation to do so and making no effort to hide the fact. He turns toward him to step closer and back Julian up a little, caught between a half-orc and a hard railing. Despite the inch of height difference Julian has on him, Fjord's lingering once-over sizes him up to be more slender than that big coat pretends, and while Fjord may not be as strong as some of his friends he's still confident that he could pin down this human if he wanted to. Easily.
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Julian has a sweet humour about him, not to mention some distractingly long boots that draw a glance or two as Fjord looks over the figure better inclining itself toward him, taking it as an invitation to do so and making no effort to hide the fact. He turns toward him to step closer and back Julian up a little, caught between a half-orc and a hard railing. Despite the inch of height difference Julian has on him, Fjord's lingering once-over sizes him up to be more slender than that big coat pretends, and while Fjord may not be as strong as some of his friends he's still confident that he could pin down this human if he wanted to. Easily.
The lidded look in his eyes conveys as much. ]
If you ever need to confess, I'll fit you in.