[damn what could wrong they think meanwhile the Future Is Clear, the Dating Will Commence
hell yeah it's so warm. Abbacchio leans in and rubs his cheek against Avdol's shoulder, humming, clearly pleased as hell. He's reaching up, combing his fingers and claws through Avdol's hair appreciatively.]
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hell yeah it's so warm. Abbacchio leans in and rubs his cheek against Avdol's shoulder, humming, clearly pleased as hell. He's reaching up, combing his fingers and claws through Avdol's hair appreciatively.]
Hand dry. Want you to touch me.