make a mark, plant a flag

*Tyrian* · 02-16-2021, 01:49 AM

Balls, this was cold. Including, now that he thought about it, his actual balls. Maybe he shouldn't have put his head under the cape after all. Ah priorities. The one good thing about this fresh layer of hell was that he was stuck face to face with Keetie. Never mind that their asses were freezing; they could make eyes at each other and that's what really mattered.

Keetie pushed at him like she was trying to crawl into his skin; something that might have been uncomfortable had he not be equally desperate for warmth. If she wanted to climb inside she was welcome; the more hot bodies the merrier. Soon he too was shivering, his saber teeth bobbing up and down as his teeth chattered.

Determined to still be funny, he held up a correcting paw. "Whoa, whoa, w-whoa." He paused to shiver violently. "How did we get to f-five? N-Not that I'm complaining..." Tyrian had to jerk his to the side as one of Keetie's antlers suddenly loomed near one of his eyes. He appreciated her wrapping around his neck and all, but he rather liked his eyes unpoked.

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