Why strange?

Pressing my soft oversized t-shirt covered bunnies against your side,, feeling them mash and bulge against you as I lay my cheek on your chest softly listening to you breathe.

Fables
It is. The idea of changing a face is terrifying to her. But she knows such things happen. Night City is WEIRD.

She grinned and nodded.::When you're a snatcher you find WEIRD stuff in bedside drawers:: She pinged to you.

She chuckled and nodded. You said that you were amazing and she gestured at you as if to say "That's what I keep trying to tell you!"

But yes, I'll be on the lookout for your nefariousness as you work to help me get into nicer housing and in a safer living space. She smiled cheerfully.

getting home early, the movie horrible, the date a bust

getting home early, the movie horrible, the date a bust

this is true.....

snuggling back into you......

strange, but wonderful night

this is true.....snuggling back into you......

strange night

looking in

My father had the fortitude in the depth of his grief to say "I'm old and I still don't have a grip" he raises his curled fists There will be times when you think life's not worth it...but...He drops a fist to the arm of his chair and his tearful blue eyes widen as he exclaims It is!

Be well, dream well

Feel better...

sliding my thigh over yours again.. nuzzling against your side.

giggling at your words...

I never said it was a bad scent Mr. F.

Just that it wasn't specifically yours.

https://s.smutty.com/media_smutty_2/f/r/a/n/p/franci-wsr5l-c2e66b.jpg

we could take a shower,...... and you could scrub me down....??

we could take a shower,...... nad you could scrub me down....??

Always worth the wait. Smile

oh yeah!!!... i forgot..... and it's hard to impossible to smell ones own ears...*wink*

Keep up the good work, and thanks. Smile

Looking up to you with wide innocent baby blues, sucking on my sippy cup's nip.

Fables
They're working on it. Otherwise they wouldn't be here, wearing this face. Which is a lot to explain.

A smirk at that. "You're probably right. Not an easy deity to shock."

Then you continue, and you're back to poetry. Pure love isn't a thing they believe in, but they're not trying to sway you. A quiet laugh. "That works. Boredom is inspiration of it's own."

You lean back, and their weight rests a little bit more on the solidity of the table. They're excellent at pretending things didn't happen, and that's what they're doing about stillness and forehead touches.

A little shake of their head at your words. "Well, I am amazing." The words would be all cocky charm, if the bar weren't holding them up, and if they weren't clearly avoiding asking why.

give

removing all my clothes.....and sliding under hte blanket