Going to bed
Since the magic anon is going to run out between now and the morning when I get back Tony won’t be a llama anymore.
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Since the magic anon is going to run out between now and the morning when I get back Tony won’t be a llama anymore.
*runs his fingers through his hair*
*looks pleased, leaning into the touch*
*keeps doing that, smiling*
Nevermind
*blinks, clearly still confused* ..Okay.
What do llamas do, anyway?
*kisses his cheek*
*smiles, keeping him close*
*runs his fingers through his hair*
They stick their heads in the sand when they sense danger.
I don’t think I’ve stuck my head in sand before.
Nevermind
I love you. *casually wishing he was better at this self control thing*
*smiles a little bit, obviously clueless* I love you too.
*kisses his cheek*
*panting a bit*
*still red, watching him*
I love you. *casually wishing he was better at this self control thing*
Are you part ostrich?
…I don’t understand, if that’s a reference.
They stick their heads in the sand when they sense danger.
Not me. A spoiled emperor. I’ve been told that we act alike.
I don’t think you act like a spoiled emperor.
Are you part ostrich?