[ Oh, thank the Wildmother. Not that it shows on his expression but Fjord was inwardly having conniptions about his complete weakness for those longing looks and longer legs. He's never made good decisions about this kind of thing. Keeping his shit together as Julian leans in, he huffs out a laugh and steps back at the same time a moment later, expression softening into the more friendly smile from earlier, no longer radiating I will bend you over that railing and make you scream for every ridge on my green dick. ]
Why don't I believe you?
[ The rhetorical question comes right before the simulator shuts off, leaving them in a the disappointingly bland interior of the pod. ]
I think that's us being told tactfully to get out.
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Why don't I believe you?
[ The rhetorical question comes right before the simulator shuts off, leaving them in a the disappointingly bland interior of the pod. ]
I think that's us being told tactfully to get out.
[ Oops, their bad. ]