#sᴇᴅᴜᴄᴛɪᴠᴇsᴜɴᴅᴀʏ Do you not know how to knock, Reader ~?

🪽I kinda sorta hardcore crave storyline interactions on this account. If you're interested, like this post and in doing so, you're inviting me into your DMs to plot. I fully expect this to flop, but on the off chance it doesn't..... Maybe I can get this account off the ground.

Another day on the road. She's currently cooking breakfast over the rekindled flames of her campfire.

What in heaven's name was that noise? "A-are you alright?"

"I see... Not unlike screaming into a pillow, then?"

"I'll take your word for it. I'm not sure I'm capable of making such a sound to experience it for myself."

Planning a hard reset on this account after I get a full bio written up and commission some art. Gauging interest in the account, because I will also be doing an overhaul of my followers when this is over.

"We were at camp all those times, there was no door to separate us..." she argued as she continued changing, discarding the earlier complaint now that the spy had been identified. "Just... Knock next time, okay?"

"Somehow every conversation we have turns into you complimenting me..." she replied with a faint smile, stopping him from leaving the room without a kiss on the cheek.

Nadia allowed him to leave while she finished changing, neatly piling her armor up in the corner of the wardrobe beneath her clothes. She pulled on a robe, tying it around herself before joining him.

Nadia was in a foul mood this evening. One couldn't tell by her face, but the smoking pipe in her hands was a dead giveaway.