Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-25828117-20191127222222/@comment-5543592-20191128025921

Nyasia stopped to breath, resting her cheek against his.

"Sit down?" She suggested, short-winded. She balanced on one foot, hooking the chair towards them with her ankle.

Baldr followed. He was bloody and couldn't have smelled all that good, but Clodagh still wanted to do him anyway. It was a good feeling.

He tried to be discrete as to the cargo hold, hands joined, although didn't think it was very successful.