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INBOX text / audio / video / action I only drink Chocolate Milk. THE DARKEST OF MILKS! art credit code credit

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[quickfingers]

I am capable of eating without getting grease all over me.

[He defends himself with a look about being so falsely accused, smiling when Odin finally lets go of his tie. He's already a little aroused, making him a little more pink in the face, but he's powering through it. He looks down at the suit he's in, uncomfortable as it happens to be, and just tugs the lapel to arrange it. Smooths down the front of his shirt.

It's stupidly overdressed but it's something he knows Odin would appreciate. And somehow it fits in contrast to what Odin's wearing, the two of them looking way too good for two idiots in an apartment in the middle of a flooded city. But the candles are lit and it feels - romantic, so he combs his hand through Odin's hair and leans to kiss him again. Smack dab on the forehead.]

Plus there's this little known art of stripping? I can always get naked. So let's eat? And... chill. It's still cold and disgusting as fuck outside.