[ And the painkiller pills are out of the ring, ladies and gentlemen! Disqualified. Beowulf sits on the edge of the bed and he thinks about it too. He remembers being pretty rowdy in the gaming area, but his liver isn't as strong as it used to be when it comes to drinking hard liquor. Beer is another story considering he spends his washed up days lounging around his messy house sipping on 6-packs.
But yeah, nothing is coming up after that. He vaguely remembers meeting this guy but nothing else passed that.
His hands fold together, maybe a little embarrassed at the question itself, but moreso the answer he's gonna give. Beowulf rubs a single finger under his nose, looking away. ]
Well... sometimes I just like to cuddle.
[ THIS MONSTROUS GUY SOMETIMES JUST LIKES TO CUDDLE... alright. ]
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But yeah, nothing is coming up after that. He vaguely remembers meeting this guy but nothing else passed that.
His hands fold together, maybe a little embarrassed at the question itself, but moreso the answer he's gonna give. Beowulf rubs a single finger under his nose, looking away. ]
Well... sometimes I just like to cuddle.
[ THIS MONSTROUS GUY SOMETIMES JUST LIKES TO CUDDLE... alright. ]
You got any hickeys or anything?
[ stop.. on my knees, begging him.. ]