[Oh, he would never. He would never— or at least, not without Fenris' permission. It's strange to have that level of consent, but a strangeness that Fenris is slowly getting used to, and one he savors each time it occurs to him.
Not that he's thinking so deeply now, of course, but still: he relishes being able to type what he does next.]
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Not that he's thinking so deeply now, of course, but still: he relishes being able to type what he does next.]