"Ughhhhh, who allowed you to be this hot?!" A little....more frustrated than usual, incredibly lightly grabbing his shoulder through a 'punch'; but obviously not having the heart to do it, nor intent- even at his most bothered and growly, always treated Volo gently. The roughness is more directed at his own self...
This one slipped out.
Yep, that consistent urge, a need to comfort him followed by a decision to 'behave'. The source of this admittance....didn't help that. That wasn't all that there is, but it sure as hell made everything harder. Why this???
I have yet to sleep. God is testing me and I’m about to fist fight him.
I have literally finally found a name for an oc I haven’t really fleshed out yet. And also made some lore for said character. She’s just a baby. She’s so fuckin precious. I’ve also kinda just shoved her into the plot at this point.
I have written nothing down. This is how I make shit up. I think about it while I go to bed. Really that’s the best time for me to just make some cute shit up and I end up thinking about it a lot.
But I’m ready to sleep now. Why must I be cursed like this? You take away one of the things I like? My sleep? You take that away from me? Why?