{He can't exactly argue, but he does frown. Until he is embraced. Relief floods him and he grips the back of Fjord's shirt, tucking himself close. Yes. Better.}
Try not to poke yourself in the eye. {Antlers never grow evenly. He tilts his head away from Fjord to protect him; he is loathe to let go of him.}
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Try not to poke yourself in the eye. {Antlers never grow evenly. He tilts his head away from Fjord to protect him; he is loathe to let go of him.}