[Not getting the reference, the owl still hoots a snorting laugh. Oh, he better be keeping this promise. He was begging to be made a mess of. If the imp wasn't currently pinning his legs down by sitting on them, they would have been firmly wrapped around his waist.]
It's only fair, right? My shirt is off so... how about we even things out? [Stolas hums, tugging that the bit of cloth between his shoulder blades.]
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It's only fair, right? My shirt is off so... how about we even things out? [Stolas hums, tugging that the bit of cloth between his shoulder blades.]