#//Awww Bonely bein' sappy with Gunmar~

[pawnshopsouls]

"Bonechard, is my mane greasy?" -Gunmar

Bonely looked up from his leather work and cocked his head. He'd been making training armor for the whelps out of the leathered hides of Sotsona's last herd tribute.

"Greasy?" he asked, setting down his tools. "Lemme see."

The indigo troll trundled over and pulled Gunmar lower so he could run his claws through his mate's mane. "Eh, not too much," he said, combing Gunmar's mane approvingly. "Got a healthy sheen, a bristle but not brittle. I'd say it's as healthy as yeh can get down here. However," he lowered his claw and met Gunmar's eye with his own. "If it's botherin' yeh, I'll get this here finished up 'n' I can tend teh it."

He gave a grin and nuzzled the warlord's chin. Sure, it was sappy, but this was HIS work station, and if anyone had a problem with him taking the opportunity to flirt with his bond, well, that's what thralls were for, weren't they?

"C'mon, help me with these. I wanna make sure these fit Bronte 'n' Velda with their horns comin' in."