when i leave you will finally understand why storms are named after people.

void.𖤐 I will get to big replies when I'm not working 10h days

Massaging aching limbs as he works through a desk full of papers. No rest for the wicked. Mori has kept him busy

A hiss- pain shooting through lithe shoulders. He swats at her hands; trying to shrug her off himself. "Nuisance. Get off. Th' he'll d'ya want now" Grouchy- blue eyes glowering back at the bane of his existence.

Now I * know ya ain't talkin 'bout me

[ full-body tackle.]