[for a treat i'll give you a room invest: molly's not particularly neat - there's a pair of purple leather thigh highs shoved in a corner, this magnificent outfit cape especially is slung over the end of the bed, there's still . . . plum blossoms? Some are real and a bit withered, some are fake silk. But they're sort of scattered everywhere, like someone tried to clean up a fuckload of them and did a half-assed job. On one of the nightstands, there's a few little jars of ink and brushes, and a half-painted tarot card (a woman in red, observing a burst of flame in one hand).
anyway, molly is exactly like you'd expect afterwards. just a big giant self-satisfied cat of a person, tail lazily swaying, instantly digging around in the drawer for a cigarette. it's a spacestation. you probably shouldn't smoke in here. whatever.]
[ molly don't fuckin smoke in here do they even have proper ventilation. also i'm glad for the room.
anyway i will just say sasazuka truly is a hornty goblin so the experience was probably great for them but terrible for me personally to try to wrap my head around. he just watches him. ]
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anyway, molly is exactly like you'd expect afterwards. just a big giant self-satisfied cat of a person, tail lazily swaying, instantly digging around in the drawer for a cigarette. it's a spacestation. you probably shouldn't smoke in here. whatever.]
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anyway i will just say sasazuka truly is a hornty goblin so the experience was probably great for them but terrible for me personally to try to wrap my head around. he just watches him. ]
You really look smug.
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I think that's just how I always look?
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[ he lifts up a pillow and just puts it over molly's head ]