Even though they're well into September at this point, the nights are still fairly temperate. And definitely nothing compared to trudging up to Blackthorn right as December came marching in.
Of course, then the brow-waggling happens, and she snorts, reaching out to plant a hand against his face.
"Man, we get an inch of freedom and you take a mile, don'tcha? Ooh, I know what you want-- one big, slobbery kiss comin' right up!"
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Even though they're well into September at this point, the nights are still fairly temperate. And definitely nothing compared to trudging up to Blackthorn right as December came marching in.
Of course, then the brow-waggling happens, and she snorts, reaching out to plant a hand against his face.
"Man, we get an inch of freedom and you take a mile, don'tcha? Ooh, I know what you want-- one big, slobbery kiss comin' right up!"
SHE LEANS IN MENACINGLY.