" borrow mine till y'get one. " gently rubbing said aching back, other arm still tight around her.
they're also nearly melting into a puddle when the stรฅljeger reciprocates, squeezing even tighter.
clove would continue to tightly squeeze, up on tiptoes as well and smushing their cheek against iselin's.
" gooddd, you? " slightly gravelly, seems they haven't been awake that long either.
Skye : umm, what's happening?
Clove, standing on chair : what? i live here too you know! i will stand wherever i want, sit wherever i want.. whatever
Skye :
Skye : there's a spider isn't it
Clove : a really big one under the table canyoupleasegetit ๐ญ
#incorrectvalorant