Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-5583506-20161225200655/@comment-7262318-20170419100745

Oh, it's too late for that...

That little nagging voice didn't seem to bother Mongo for the moment. It probably would in the morning, or after the battle (if he was alive, that is.). But for now, Mongo returned the kiss eagerly and wrapped his arms around her body...

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"Alright," Athorian said, though he didn't sound too convinced.

"It's getting late..." he yawned. "You wanna hit the sack?"