[He can still smell-taste her hormones, though, dumbass. Namur smirks, drops his shoulder, and rushes her, just for the thrill. He picks her up and sets her on the back of a couch or on top of a counter or whatever's available to give her a bit of height, then slips his arms around her waist.]
Had better days, but.
[He presses his forehead against hers and nudges her nose a little.]
I'm glad t' see y'. Gotta be stuck in some shitty Scrotum Fleet, least I get t' have y' with me.
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Had better days, but.
[He presses his forehead against hers and nudges her nose a little.]
I'm glad t' see y'. Gotta be stuck in some shitty Scrotum Fleet, least I get t' have y' with me.