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[gorlim.livejournal.com]

Gorlim.

Couch.

Hot chocolate.

Free to good home. Come bug him.

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[namo]

He leans over the back of the couch, peering at the beverage, his long hair falling in a midnight cascade over Gorlim's shoulder.

"Is that the cocoa you fed me?"

[gorlim.livejournal.com]

He twirls a strand of the black hair around his finger. "It is." He gives a playful tug. "Come down and have some with me?"

[namo]

He comes around to sit beside Gorlim, smiling. He has begun to really enjoy and appreciate Gorlim's playful nature.

"Anything you wish, little bird."

[underwater-owl.livejournal.com]

Here's the ticket to get home.

He's sprawling on top of next to him.

With his own hot chocolate.

"Hey."