[Man wouldn't it be sad if Wolfwood slid off Moder here and broke his ONLY good ankle. He'd be so mad.
Fortunately!! That doesn't happen. Snow is soft, just like sand.
He'll take both of them gratefully, and yes, without even needing to vie further, Wolfwood leans forward on the balls of his feet and presses a soft, lingering kiss to Livio's lips.]
Thanks, sweetheart. Hold on, you ain't goin' anywhere-
[He quips suddenly, dropping his present bag off his shoulder.]
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Fortunately!! That doesn't happen. Snow is soft, just like sand.
He'll take both of them gratefully, and yes, without even needing to vie further, Wolfwood leans forward on the balls of his feet and presses a soft, lingering kiss to Livio's lips.]
Thanks, sweetheart. Hold on, you ain't goin' anywhere-
[He quips suddenly, dropping his present bag off his shoulder.]
I got somethin' for you. Well, somethin' plural.