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[randomsbastard]

For a skinny git who is only tall when compared to his short father, Martin takes up a lot of space.

Well, he can and chooses to right now.

Martin. Couch. A sprawl that covers the entire couch, and extends his personal space a foot above the back of it and all the way out to a coffee table next to the couch.

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[female_were]

And now? Raina. In his lap. Where ever that would be in that long sprawl of space.

[randomsbastard]

"Oooooooof."

He informs her, eloquently, and then twists until she falls over on him. This way he can bite her on shoulder or neck, whatever hits his face.

"Hey, bitch."

[female_were]

There's a small sound at the twisting. And, that would be shoulder, after which she shifts her head so there's also access to neck. Though, since she's still wearing the trinket he gave her, he may get metal when he goes for neck.

"Good evening, lamb." She stretches a little before she's nuzzling his lower jaw, containing a almost light nip.

[randomsbastard]

He nudges the necklace aside and chomps for a moment before wrapping an arm around her and making a sound of something that could pass for being content.

Sort of.

Martin-style, anyway, crisis of existance to the side.

"Is it, then? Better, now, obviously. How've you been?"