#karsussfolly

[estarion]

astarion: we're discussing pussy over here gale: well, technically, we're discussing the pubic mound—

[sleetkissed-a]

     ❝ Gale. Let me lace your shirt. It is of utmost importance. ❞

@karsussfolly

[swarmcall-a]

@karsussfolly @bonegrieve

Since it became a popular demand:

Yes, he does have a freaky dick.

[bloodyarn]

                                                       𝙻𝙴𝚃𝚃𝙴𝚁𝚂 .                                                unprompted interactions

@karsussfolly: The kiss is fleeting, but his palm remains cupping her cheek even as he pulls away, thumb stroking over the soft flesh affectionately. Even as his heart feels like it's about to escape his chest and that hungry cavern desperate for magic within him flares within him, made unstable by even the most mundane of emotions, his biggest concern is of course being a gentleman. Thumb catching on Babette's lower lip, Gale parts them slightly. "Are you sure you want to do this, dear?"

         She  was,  in  fact,  not  sure.        Yet,  every  fiber  of  her  being  was  pulled  towards  the  wizard.  He  was  not  innocent,  for  he  clearly  made  no  effort  to  stop  the  subtle  touches,  only  dragging  her  deeper  in  this  prudish  hole  of  whatever  that  moment  had  to  offer.  Intrigue  flooded  Babette's  mind,  only  broken  periodically  by  waves  of  uncertainty.  

Was  this  okay   ?   Was  it  too  early   ?   When  is  it  too  early  &  when  would  it  be  alright   ?  

    They  just  kissed.   

       ❝  Would  you  be  .  .  .  okay  with  it   ? ❞         Not  the  answer  Gale  was  looking  for,  that  much  she  was  certain  of.  doe-eyed  look  ascended  ;  lips  touch  skin  in  what  could  count  as  a  kiss  at  his  digit  while  it  rested  against  them    —    parting  further,  tentatively,  as  to  welcome  his  thumb  in.  Words  did  her  no  favor,  perhaps  actions  would.        

[sleetkissed-a]

❝  I  will  never  be  nice  to  him  again.  ❞   Ungrateful  rat.

[estarion]

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[estarion]

stop ... . . . just stop .... . . . . .

( @karsussfolly )

[swarmcall-a]

@karsussfolly sent

"Hello, Cricket! I heard it was your birthday. I've brought you a little gift I arranged in some downtime, it's nothing too extravagant unfortunately, but I made do with what I could given our circumstances." The mage hands forth a picture frame, scavenged along their travels—the glass is missing and the backing is covered by a fine velvet, and pinned precariously in the center of the frame is a butterfly, a pale grey in color and definitely not a local specimen. Care has clearly been put into the way it's arranged. "These butterflies have been seen coming out of the Yawning Portal in Waterdeep the last few years. I caught a few for potential spell components but thought you might appreciate such a unique specimen."

 𝙲𝚁𝙸𝙲𝙺𝙴𝚃'𝚂  𝙱𝙸𝚁𝚃𝙷𝙳𝙰𝚈 .

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       He quite enjoyed Gale on a daily basis so far.      Always the wise one of their party, always very much open to discussing topics Cricket was unfamiliar with, no matter how trivial the insect's questions might seem to a human. He was a gift in himself. Someone the Thri-Kreen already treasured.

It was only a matter of time until the wizard caught up on that thing called birthday. If the druid heard of said event earlier, no shot he would have scuttled to Gale's tent, asking what all that was about.

     ❝ Ah, yes, birthday. I wanted to ask some questio- ❞     Amber eyes behind his glasses flicked towards the man's spell. Cricket momentarily forgot about his planned query, tilting  &  angling his head, marvelling at that specimen. Waterdeep. Ah yes, that is where the human came from. 

   He wanted to share a piece of his home with the Thri-Kreen   ?

An excited chirping sound came from the druid as soon as bony hands got hold of the frame.     ❝ This is preserved quite well, Gale. How does one show enough appreciation for such present   ?   Does a simple thank you even suffice   ? ? ❞