Crossing one leg over the other at the knee, Frey began to write lurid poetry in the air with their toes whilst the other hand busied itself creating a comet of goosebumps along their navel. "As you can imagine the Voice wasn't too keen on having us at the beck and call of anyone still in the grounds, so." They reply with a shrug.
"And now it seems Dygra's children have taken up residence there. No wonder Vi has his panties in a twist." They add, before lazily reaching for the raspberries. "It was his favourite land, once upon a time."
"And now it seems Dygra's children have taken up residence there. No wonder Vi has his panties in a twist." They add, before lazily reaching for the raspberries. "It was his favourite land, once upon a time."
