LET'S HAVE A CANDLELIT DINNER, PRINCIPESSA // p, Aphra

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JORMUNGAND

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It was getting dark, Jormungand was feeling the chill, and he shivered as a gust of wind assaulted him, wrinkling his nose. Aphra spoke up, saying  he should return, but he cast her a questioning look. He didn't really want to go, he enjoyed her company quite a bit, actually. But his optics brightened as she invited him to spend the night with her. "I'll accept that offer." He smiled back. No way in Hell he was going to travel back to the Pitt alone, not if he couldn't help it. Plus, sleeping with the warmth of a woman by his side? Ooh, he'd like that.
She then suggested for them to return to camp, but he frowned. "I'd rather not enter your camp. We can make a small tent out here, test out your building skills?" He teased, gently bumping her side with his hip.

#psychosocial.